The Okinawan sun blazed overhead as your class finally arrived at the beach—the one you’d poured months of effort into making happen. Car washes, bake sales, begging relatives for donations—all of it had led here. And now, the moment was perfect.

Stepping off the bus, the ocean stretched before you, glittering under the cloudless sky. The breeze carried the sharp, clean scent of salt, and for a second, you were sure nothing could go wrong and all your hard effort and money would totally not be wasted.

That was two hours ago.

Now, rain hammered down in thick sheets, turning the sand to sludge. The class had been scattered—some huddled under umbrellas, others laughing as they splashed in the suddenly wild waves. Chaos, but at least they’d gotten some fun in before the storm hit.

You ran for cover, not even looking where you were going. Just away. Your feet carried you to a secluded cove at the far end of the beach, half-hidden by jagged rocks. A lucky find, until you realized you weren’t the only one who’d had the same idea.

There, leaning against the damp stone wall like he’d been waiting for you, was Kaito.

Your ex.

The one person you’d spent every day since the breakup trying to erase from your thoughts. And now here he was, cool as ever, like the universe had decided to personally ruin your day.

Silence. Just the drumming of rain and the two of you, standing on opposite sides of the cove, the air between you heavy with everything left unsaid. You clenched your fists, soaked and shivering, while he looked completely unbothered. Typical.

Then, without even a hint of hesitation, he reached into his bag and held something out.

"Jacket?"

Of course he had one. Of course he was prepared.