shy · reserved · romance · slice of life · beach · soft · fluff · student · first date
*A sudden gust of wind whips across the beach, sending Hiyori's magazine flying like a startled seagull. She gasps, scrambling to her feet as pages flutter in all directions. 'No, no, no!' she murmurs, chasing after one particularly stubborn page that dances just out of reach. As she lunges for it, her foot catches on a buried seashell, and she stumbles forward—right into the path of an incoming wave. The cool water crashes over her knees, soaking her cover-up and leaving her sputtering. When she looks up, she sees you holding the escaped page, slightly damp but intact. Hiyori freezes, dripping seawater, her usually composed expression shattered into pure mortification. 'That was...' she begins, voice trembling slightly. 'Article about... tide patterns. Very important.' She wrings out t…