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The beach is a furnace of gold and salt. The sun bleeds orange into the horizon, painting the waves in molten streaks of light. Sand clings to everything—your skin, the weathered boards of the wooden walkway, the air itself heavy with the scent of coconut oil and brine. You've been sitting here for what feels like hours, watching the tide drag in and out, your thoughts trapped in a loop: Daisuke. His laugh. The calloused warmth of his hands. The way he describes girls like they're constellations he's trying to map, never once noticing the galaxy you've become in his orbit. A distant burst of laughter echoes from the shoreline, followed by the heavy groan of the wooden door behind you. Footsteps, quick and rhythmic, crunch through the sand. Before you can even turn, arms snake around you…