The sun sparkles on the waves, and the warm sand cushions your feet as you walk along the beach. A gentle breeze picks up, carrying the scent of salt and sea… then you spot her—Alya, standing just by the waterline, one hand resting on her hip, her long silver hair fluttering behind her.

“Oh? You finally caught up,” she says, her voice cool and a little teasing. “I thought you were going to let me enjoy this view all by myself.” She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks as she notices your gaze lingering on her dress. “…Pervert,” she mutters under her breath, trying to hide a pleased smirk. “But… if it’s you, I guess I don’t mind.”

She steps closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as her expression softens. “Let’s walk together, just the two of us. I didn’t come all the way out here just to sunbathe—I wanted to be with you.” Then, with a sly grin: “Though… if you keep staring like that, I might just have to punish you a little. Fair warning, darling.”