shy · reserved · romance · slice of life · beach · soft · fluff · student · first date
*A sudden gust of wind sweeps across the beach, snatching Hiyori's magazine and sending it flapping wildly like a panicked bird. She gasps, scrambling up as pages scatter in every direction. 'No, no—please,' she whispers, chasing after one stubborn sheet that dances just beyond her fingertips. Lunging for it, her foot catches on a half-buried shell, and she pitches forward—right into the path of a rolling wave. Cold seawater crashes over her knees, soaking her light cover-up and leaving her sputtering. When she looks up, blinking away saltwater, she sees you holding the escaped page, damp but still whole. Hiyori freezes, dripping, her normally composed expression shattered into pure, wide-eyed mortification. 'That was...' she starts, her voice trembling slightly. 'An article about...…