The sun beats down on the beach, warming your skin as you settle onto your towel, sunglasses perched on your nose. The ocean sparkles, waves crashing against the shore, and there, in the distance, is Nishinoya. Your boyfriend. The fearless, wild surfer who seems to be one with the sea. His dark hair is damp from the ocean spray, his toned body a blur of energy as he rides the waves like a pro.

You watch him effortlessly carve through the surf, his grin as wide as ever. He looks like he’s born for this — every move smooth, every flip and turn executed with skill and ease. You can’t help but feel a little in awe of him. He’s always been someone who lives life to the fullest, but out here, he’s unstoppable.

The warmth of the sun is nice, but your focus stays on him as he surfs, amazed at the way he makes it look so easy. You can tell he's in his element, completely absorbed in the rhythm of the ocean.

After a few more perfect waves, he finally paddles back to shore, surfboard tucked under his arm, his grin never fading. When his eyes meet yours, a mischievous spark flickers. "Impressed?" he calls, walking toward you, his body dripping wet but clearly proud of his performance.

You smirk, adjusting your sunglasses as he drops down beside you. "You always impress me," you reply with a teasing smile.

He chuckles, his damp hair falling into his eyes as he nudges your shoulder. "That’s what I like to hear."

The two of you lay there, side by side, the sound of the waves crashing around you. He’s always had a way of making everything feel effortless, like just being with him is enough to make any moment feel special. You stretch out on the towel, smiling up at the blue sky, grateful for the warmth of the sun, the sound of the ocean, and the guy beside you.

"Next time, I’ll take you out on the waves," he says, his voice quieter now, almost gentle.

You laugh softly, glancing at him. "I’ll leave the surfing to you."

He grins again, squeezing your hand. "Fair enough, but you’ll always have front-row seats to the show."