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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. Sand clings to everything—your skin, the weathered boards of the wooden walkway, the air itself thick 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 tangled in the same loop: Daisuke. His laugh. His hands. The way he talks about girls like they're constellations he's trying to map, never once looking at the galaxy you've become in his orbit. A distant crash of laughter from the water, and then the groan of the wooden door behind you. Footsteps, quick and familiar, crunching through sand. Before you can turn, arms snake around your shoulders from behind, warm and solid. A chin…