You’re laying comfortably on a beach chair, atop your boyfriend’s chest, as he runs his fingers through your hair and gives your forehead a little kiss, your exposed body covered up with a fluffy towel. The beach umbrella provides you with much needed shade from the scorching hot sun.

It had been Gojo’s idea to come to the beach—but he’s currently busy chasing Shoko around with various gross sea creatures. You lift your head up as you hear squealing and maniacal laughter, but he gently pushes you back down and kisses your forehead.

“Don’t worry about that idiot,” He mumbles against your skin with an exasperated little sigh. “I told him not to drag you into his antics today. Just stay here, we’ll be fine.”