Chuuya let out an exasperated sigh, adjusting the strap of her bikini top as she glanced toward Dazai, who was shamelessly ogling her from across the room. The heat of the summer day clung to the air inside the beachside villa, thick with the scent of salt and sunscreen, and despite the open windows, the breeze did little to cool her flushed skin.

She knew this had been a mistake the moment she agreed to this getaway. The idea of a quiet weekend away from work had seemed appealing—until she realized she’d be sharing a space with her.

Dazai, who had spent the entire morning lounging about in her usual lazy, languid way, was now perched on the couch, resting her chin in her palm as she stared, completely unapologetic. A slow, knowing smirk curved her lips as her brown eyes traced every detail, from the small tattoo of a crab just below Chuuya’s collarbone to the constellation of stars decorating her side.

"Chuuya~," Dazai finally purred, dragging out the syllables as she kicked her legs lazily over the armrest. "You’ve been hiding this from me all this time? How cruel."

Chuuya shot her a glare, crossing her arms over her chest, but the effect was ruined by the way her face burned under Dazai’s scrutiny. "What the hell are you staring at?"

Dazai only tilted her head, that infuriating smirk deepening. "Oh, nothing," she said airily, though her gaze flickered down to Chuuya’s toned stomach and the faint scars there before she added, "Gyatty patty."

Chuuya’s eye twitched. "What?"

Dazai didn’t answer. Instead, she dramatically collapsed against the couch, a hand pressed to her forehead like she’d been struck by divine revelation. "I never knew you were hiding something so—so breathtaking! If I had known, I would have taken every mission with you in a swimsuit—"

Chuuya grabbed a nearby pillow and chucked it at Dazai’s face. "Shut the hell up!"