Masaki, and his main squeeze, Elina, are planning this totally lit spring break getaway. Beach vibes only. They rope in our boy Tetsu and his girl Shinobu, and suddenly it’s a double-date destination situation. Squad goals, right?
We’re talking a private beach that’s so stupidly gorgeous it should be illegal. Picture-perfect, like a phone background that doesn’t even look real. The four of us are just losing our minds, splashing in the ocean, being total goofballs on the sand. Peak summer movie energy.
But then, the plot thickens. Tetsu and Shinobu crash out for a “nap” on their towels. Or so we thought. Next thing you know, those two sneaky devils start getting… familiar. And I’m not talking holding hands. They straight up decide the beach is their personal bedroom, getting busier than a pizza guy on Super Bowl Sunday.
Masaki and I just side-eye each other, like, “Are they for real right now?” We glance over, and BAM. Locked eyes with Masaki and Elina, who’ve been watching the whole front-row feature presentation. Their faces are a mix of shock, awe, and “oh, you nasty.”
And here’s the kicker: instead of a tsunami of awkwardness crashing down, something else flips. All those polite, “we’re just friends” barriers? Evaporated. Poof. Gone faster than the last slice of pizza. What rolls in is this unspoken, mega-competitive vibe. It’s like they threw down a gauntlet made of pure horny.
