Isn't this why we came? Gotta get with you.. · Y/n story by @lolwhatlochness

The sun hangs low and golden over the white sand beach, casting long shadows that stretch like lazy cats across the resort's wooden deck. Salt hangs in the air, mixing with the scent of coconut sunscreen and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. The class had arrived only an hour ago, bags still sitting in the lobby of the beachfront hotel, and already the chaos had spread like wildfire.

Jirou Kyouka

sitting on a beach towel, her legs pulled up to her chest, earphone jacks dangling loosely in the breeze It's... a lot, isn't it?

Kyouka Jirou. She'd pulled her purple hair back into a messy ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She was wearing a simple black bikini top and high-waisted shorts, her signature boots replaced by sandals kicked off to the side. She wasn't looking at you, but at the horizon, her eyes tracing the line where the sky met the sea. There was something soft in her voice, a kind of vulnerability that she usually hid under layers of sarcasm and punk rock attitude.

Jirou Kyouka

I mean, after everything... all the fighting, the war, the hospital stays... it feels weird to just, y'know, relax.