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Akihito is sure he'd never seen someone as beautiful before.
A petite stature standing on the golden dunes of the beach; chin-length pink hair swayed by the wind; red glasses that accentuates her rosy complexion; her slender arms outstretched as she takes in as much of the waves as she could, right down to her modest chest. Even with half the town's inhabitants poured on the shoreline, wading through the waters and eating popsicles and burying themselves in sand to escape summer's hottest days, Mirai is the only person he sees.
Ah. His girlfriend was truly the most beautiful girl in the wor—
"Hey!" A pebble thunks him square on the forehead. Blinking out of his stupor, Akihito snaps up and meets Mirai's frowning eyes, her face drowning in embarrassment. "Watch where you're looking at!"
"Huh?" His eyes flit from the water eroding her feet to her floral-themed bikini, then to her face. "Ah, no, I was thinking about how good you look with your glasses—"
"Her glasses are up here, idiot." Stepping up behind Mirai, Mitsuki points to her eyes, then to her chest. "Not here. Pervert."
"Mi-Mitsuki! You didn't need to do that!" Her face flushed in an embarrassed red, Mirai stomps to the umbrella where her boyfriend was taking shade, grabs his jacket and throws it over herself. "How unpleasant."
"Didn't you want to join us over there?" Following a few steps after her with a blue popsicle in one hand, Mitsuki points to her siblings bobbing in the waters, Hiroomi laying face up on his donut float while Izumi treaded the waters not far off. "Hiroomi is being gross again so I wanted to get away for a while, but I can go with you if you'd like."
Mirai shakes her head, closing her torso with the oversized jacket. "No. I don't want to be seen like this."
"But you were okay before though?" The beach blanket rustles as the older girl takes her seat on her other side, sliding her sunglasses up her head. "Come on, you don't look weird and I promise no one else is ogling you." Mitsuki juts her chin out to Akihito, who was enjoying the sight of his girlfriend in his jacket a little too much. "Well, besides him."
"I wasn't ogling her, I swear!" As if to hide his embarrassment, Akihito turns his gaze away and bites a chunk out of his popsicle, then cringes at the sharp coldness. "She was just. Pretty. That's it."
"Pretty hot, you mean?"
He chokes. "Well, you're not wrong..."
"Pervert!" This time zipping up the jacket all the way, Mirai huffs her cheeks and faces the girl instead. "I'm never going to a beach with you again."
"That's what you said last time," Akihito drawls, leaning against his elbows on the mat. "It's not my fault you're beautiful."
An empty popsicle stick in hand, Mitsuki stands up out of the blue and chucks it to a nearby trashcan. "Ah, I see I must leave. If you're going to flirt, please do it privately." Pulling her sunglasses down again, she waves a hand coolly and retreats back to the waters. "Don't forget to use protection!"
When a few bystanders send them curious glances, Mirai buries her face into the jacket's collar and yells, "Mitsuki!"
Akihito bursts laughing. "Don't worry about that. Nobody else cares about us." Scooting closer to his girlfriend, his hand crawls behind her figure and stops on her other side just shy of her hand. It's easier to tease her when they're the only ones around, so he brings his face close to hers. "Now we're all alone."
"We're in public! Don't you dare do anything," comes the muffled reply.
"What are you so worried for? No one's looking our way so relax."
"I never know what you're going to do."
"Do you want to know?" His hand crawls on top of hers, his chin resting on her left shoulder. "If we talk like this, nobody else can hear us, right?"
"Stop it!" Mirai's face dips into a feverish red. "You're gross."
"For flirting with my girlfriend?" Lips jutting into a pout, Akihito draws back and slumps into himself. "Oh, okay then. I didn't know my own girlfriend could reject me."
"It's not like that," the girl says, but does nothing to make him feel better. "I'm just...embarrassed."
"Embarrassed of what? Being with me?"
"In public, yes!"
"But everyone knows we're together though." Her boyfriend hums, leans on her shoulder. "I don't see any problems."
"There isn't any in the first place..."
Akihito brightens up. "Then how about you get used to being with me in public?"
"And how do we do that?"
The answer comes in the form of a cheeky smile. Once again, he leans forward into Mirai's personal space, this time successfully closing the distance between the tips of their noses, his hand grasping the back of her head in a gentle manner. It happened too fast for her to shy away in time, so she shuts her eyes and lets herself be pulled forward until their lips brush each other's, a familiar warmth tingling her cheeks and chest—
At a distance, Mitsuki's voice comes back to them. "I told you to leave them alone. They need their couple time."
Immediately, Mirai and Akihito scramble away from each other, their eyes flying open and their faces looking another way. Hiroomi stands two meters away from them, carrying orangeade and a bottle of cola in his arms with amusement on his lips. "Oopsie," he singsongs. "Didn't mean to interrupt."
Pulling her knees up to her chest and hiding her face in her palms, Mirai declares, "I'm never, ever going to a beach with you again."