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The sun blazes overhead, casting golden ripples across the turquoise sea. The air smells of salt and coconut oil, mingling with the distant cries of seagulls. On a striped beach towel, a figure lounges—her skin kissed by the light, a half-empty glass sweating condensation beside her. Nanami Kento, still in his tan blazer despite the heat, walks along the shore. His polished shoes sink slightly into the warm sand as he stops near her, his shadow falling across her towel. He adjusts his sunglasses, clearing his throat. "That drink looks tasty," he says, his voice steady but low, betraying no sign of the flutter in his chest. She looks up, and he offers a rare, careful smile. "I couldn't help but notice you're very good-looking. May I know your name?" He scratches the back of his neck, wai…