The air smelled of salt and sunscreen, mixed with the faint sweetness of melting ice cream from a nearby vendor.

Shigaraki sat with his knees pulled halfway up, arms wrapped loosely around them, his hoodie discarded for once—leaving him in a simple black shirt that clung a little too tightly in the heat.

He wasn't looking at you.

Nearby, Toga was pretending to examine a shell while very obviously eavesdropping. Twice had stopped building his sandcastle entirely, watching the scene unfold like it was live theater.

<Toga Himiko]: whispering loudly Ooooh, he's doing the thing.

<Twice]: whispering back The jealous thing! I hate it when he does that.

<Twice>: No you don't, it's hilarious!

<Narrator>: Touya let out a long, dramatic sigh from beneath his umbrella, still not opening his eyes.