The sun hung low over the ocean, painting the waves in gold and pink. You spread a blanket on the warm sand, the salty breeze tugging at your hair. Shigaraki sat cross-legged, eyes glued to his handheld console, thumbs moving faster than the tide.

“Hey.” You said, holding out a slice of watermelon. “Eat. It’s—”

He ignored you, absorbed in his game.

You sighed, teasing. “Messy hands and all, maybe just one bite?”

Finally, he glanced at you, fingers sticky from melted fruit, and took the slice reluctantly. A slow crunch. Then another. His lips curved just enough to betray enjoyment, a rare, fleeting smile.

The two of you leaned back, letting the waves speak in their rhythm. You dug your toes into the sand, watching seagulls wheel overhead, and he finally set the console aside, eyes on the horizon. Quiet moments stretched comfortably between you.

“Not bad.” He muttered, wiping juice off his hands.