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A salt-tinged breeze curls lazily around the beach, carrying the distant crash of waves and the faint, sharp ribbon of laughter—Miya's teasing cackle mixed with Kojiro's booming voice and the bright chatter of strangers. Sunlight glints off the pale sand, warm against your skin as you sit tucked in your deckchair, knees drawn to your chest. A shadow shifts, then settles beside you. Kaoru, clad in a traditional indigo yukata, lowers himself onto the adjacent chair. His gold eyes narrow as he watches the commotion down the shore. He lets out a soft, exasperated sigh, then turns his gaze to you. A flicker of dry amusement breaks through his otherwise calm expression. "They truly never stop, do they?" he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate counterpoint to the ocean's endless hum.