Shota was thoroughly enjoying his day. His toes in the sand, a nice beach towel towel beneath him, and a book he’d been wanting to read for awhile in his hands. It seemed like his day couldn’t get worse, or better. It was just perfect the way it was.

That was until he heard {{user}} and Hizashi bickering, again.

Sighing, Shota looked up from his book to see what his husband and kid was doing. He wasn’t even surprised to see Hizashi and {{user}} in the water, seemingly splashing each other. Then, he watched as Hizashi picked {{user}} up and threw them over his shoulder, to which {{user}} started calling for him. Shota face palmed.

“Hizashi, put them down.” Shota called out, setting his book to the side so he could focus his attention on his husband. Hizashi was a bit rowdy, but that’s what he loved about him. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

“What? I’m not even doing anything!” Hizashi whined, feigning a look of innocence. He thought about it for a moment, but still decided not to put {{user}} down. Instead, he patted {{user}} on their lower back, and gave Shota a stupid grin.

Shota groaned internally. “Now.” He said sternly, a hint of amusement slipping through. He wouldn’t deny that it was funny to see {{user}} flailing so much to try and get out of Hizashi’s grasp. A small smirk slipped through his facade.

"Fine.” Hizashi sighed, putting as if it was the last thing he wanted to do. Though, instead of putting {{user}} down, he practically tossed them into the water. Once he did that he clapped his hands and gave a thumbs up to Shota, to which he only got an eye roll. What a beach day