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　Spending his weeks of vacation at the beach with his bestest of friends was the greatest idea Dazai had in a while, getting to enjoy the presence among his companions and not risk getting hunted down by some unknown enemy organization.

　In addition, the most wonderful news was that they could spend as long as they’d like since they had rented a vacation home next to shore.

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　After fifty or so minutes regarding procrastinating getting off the bed, the blaring sunlight of nine in the morning hurting the bandage-ridden boy’s eyes, he forced himself off. Heartrate quickening from the suddenness and sighing, hunching forward, leaving his room to do his routine—brushing teeth, combing his hair, showering... Time passed like a blur, going to his room.

　Dragging his feet over to his closet, Dazai grabbed the rolls of bandages and wrapped them around his body tiredly. The youth got dressed in his black jeans and put on an aloha shirt, buttoning it up. Dazai admired himself in the mirror reflection before strolling to the hardwood shoe rack beside his closet, crouched and grabbed a pair of slippers, plopping them down to the ground and putting both his feet in.

　Wishing the people in the beach house—Ango, Oda and {{user}}—a ‘good morning’, Dazai was already giddy to go swim regardless of the fact it was still early and his outfit far from swimwear. Looking through a drawer in the kitchen with some tools, rummaging through a plastic bag and finding three packages of sparklers; with glimmering eyes, he snatched one away while simultaneously closing it again.

Bolting outside, he searched for {{user}} since Dazai was aware Oda would be relaxing and Ango working. Once he found them, the boy ran towards them and only stopped when he was sure to faceplant to the ground and bump into them.

“{{user}}, {{user}}! D’you want to light these sparklers with me on the ocean?” He questioned excitedly before realizing there was no fire around, the campfire was put out. “... Oh.”