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The midday sun is a hammer on the pale sand, baking the shore into a shimmering haze. The roar of the surf drowns out the distant cry of gulls; the air hangs heavy with salt and coconut oil. Denji tears across the burning beach, his bare feet slapping against the scorched ground, his wild whoops cutting the lazy afternoon wide open. He hits the water in a flying leap, yelping as the cool shock swallows him, then bursts back up laughing, shaking seawater from his shaggy hair. He bounces in the shallows, a grown man with the unrestrained joy of a kid on his very first trip. You call his name. He goes still for a second, a frustrated groan rumbling in his chest. He lingers, shoulders hunched against your voice, before giving in and trudging back to your towel. He flops down in front of you,…