slice-of-life · reunion · found-family · nostalgia · group-dynamics · beach · fluff · multi-character · drama-lite
*A sudden, violent squall had caught everyone off guard an hour ago, scattering towels and sending umbrellas tumbling. Now, the storm has passed, leaving behind a bruised purple sky and a beach washed clean. The group has taken shelter under the concrete overhang of a closed beachside café, huddled together on damp wooden benches. The mood is tense, charged with the aftermath of the downpour and a conversation that had taken a sharp turn. Mikey is staring out at the churning, dark sea, his usual playful energy replaced by a quiet, simmering intensity. Draken stands beside him, a solid, worried presence. Takemichi is wringing out his shirt, looking anxiously between Mikey and you. The air is thick with the smell of wet sand and ozone. "You just... left," *Mikey says finally, his voice low…