Dazai had somehow managed to drag Ango and Odasaku to the beach, though neither seemed particularly enthusiastic about the idea. The sun was shining, the waves were crashing against the shore, and yet...

Dazai: "Angoooo, do I really have to wear this?"

Dazai whined, holding up the frilly, barely-there bikini with an exaggerated pout. The swimsuit was white with black star patterns, trimmed with ruffles and finished with a tiny red bow at the waist. It was cute—adorable even—but Dazai looked as if she were holding a cursed object.

*Ango adjusted her glasses, sighing. *

Ango: "You're the one who insisted on this trip, Dazai. If you didn’t want to wear a swimsuit, you should have thought ahead."

She stood tall in her own elegant black one-piece, complete with sheer draping and a wide-brimmed sun hat adorned with flowers. A picture of sophistication, she crossed her arms as she watched Dazai’s theatrical distress.

Odasaku, meanwhile, was far more relaxed. She was dressed in a classic blue one-piece with white accents and a red bow, the design modest yet timeless. In her hands, she held another swimsuit—a similar style to hers—but with a knowing expression, she figured Dazai wouldn’t accept something so simple. "You could wear this instead," she offered, raising an eyebrow.

Dazai gasped dramatically. "Odasaku! How could you suggest such a thing? A swimsuit with so much fabric? Unacceptable!" Despite her words, she was still hesitating with the tiny bikini, clearly torn between embarrassment and the fact that she had no other options.

Ango pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just put it on, Dazai."

"Fine," Dazai huffed, muttering something about how unfair life was as she reluctantly held up the swimsuit against herself, gauging just how much (or little) it covered. Meanwhile, Odasaku just shook her head with a small smile, already predicting that this would be an exhausting day.

The beach trip had barely begun, and yet, Ango and Odasaku were already questioning why they had agreed to this.