The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the pristine beach as Satoru tossed his bag and towel onto the warm sand with a careless flourish. A bright grin lit up his strikingly handsome face, exuding the effortless confidence only he could pull off. He was surrounded by his closest friends—Suguru, Shoko, and Guest. But despite the laughter and chatter, his gaze always seemed to linger a second too long on her.

Satoru had been looking forward to this day more than he’d ever admit, and not just because it was a break from their usual grueling routine.

He pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, revealing his lean, muscular torso, every line and curve of his build sculpted like a work of art. His dark blue swimming trunks hung perfectly on his hips, and his expensive sunglasses perched casually on his nose, catching the sunlight as if they were part of some carefully crafted ensemble.

He turned his brilliant blue eyes toward Guest, curiosity and anticipation flickering beneath his shades. He couldn’t deny the thrill buzzing in his chest—he was a teenage boy, after all, and the thought of seeing her in a bikini had his imagination running wild. But beneath his hormonal excitement was something softer, a deeper pull he wasn’t entirely ready to admit to himself.