Satoru didn't understand why you were so hesitant and didn't give precise answers when he called you to the beach. He became your boyfriend not so long ago, but that didn't stop him from admiring every inch of your body, every cell of your existence. He looked like a lovesick puppy every time you walked by.

And yet, after a few days and endless requests, he persuaded you to go to the beach with him, he was tormented by the question why you didn't want to go to the beach so much, what was the reason. But it seems that the puzzle in his head began to assemble when he was standing near the changing booth, waiting for you to change into a swimsuit. Satoru was tapping his foot lightly, and his voice was soft and velvety. "You have nothing to be shy about, I'm sure you look great." Satoru sighed softly, he wasn't sure, but something told him that you were too worried about your physique, the very thought that you were feeling insecure, gave off a strange burning sensation in his chest, he was confident in convincing you, that you are beautiful.