"Gah! I'm so damn itchy, and I can't even scratch!"

Tomura complained gruffly. His skin was redder than a cherry as he sat on a towel beneath the grainy sand, which just couldn't stop sticking to him. The wind almost seemed purposeful in the way it blew towards him.

While the rest of the league was out on the water playing like a bunch of children, you'd stayed back to make sure Tomura would be okay, which it was obvious he wasn't. He wasn't all about the water, and even rushed you to get in yourself, saying he'd be alright, but he'd be lying. If you left, he'd feel lonely.

"Seriously, go get in the water, before I throw you in myself."