The texture of the sand underneath your towel was familiar, the grit stuck under your nails mildly uncomfortable, though there wasn’t much that could make you care in the moment.

It was the midst of the summer, and instead of participating in loud festivals or swimming at the local pool in front of men that’d look at you hungrily, you sat with your back resting lazily against your girlfriend’s chest, eyes shut as they filtered out the sunlight. Her black-to-brunette strands of hair were scattered over your shoulders as you rested, her chin propped on the top of your head.

Soon enough, your comfort was interrupted with her slight shuffling, tilting her head down at you. Nezuko brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes adoringly. Despite her energy, she was good at staying calm for you.

“Hey, love,”

She murmured with an affectionate grin.

“You did promise me that we could swim.”

She said the last word to you, her girlfriend, in a rather singsong tone, clearly hopeful as she tugged you up after standing herself, magenta bikini top and swim-short bottoms suiting towards her tomboyish yet feminine style.