“Oh come on,” Yatora grabbed his shirt as he stood, “I’ll pay too.
Picking on the poor! How could you?!” Murai dramatically cried. “This is part of lunch,” Momo argued, Hachiro nodding. “Hah? No way, I bought lunch,” Murai protested. “I want ice cream,” Momo complained as she fanned herself. Yatora and Murai had bought them all burgers and lemonade and they had all fought over the last fry.
Even in a loose tank and shorts Murai felt as though he was wearing three layers. Murai was sweating again as they all changed. The waves had eventually knocked all their hard work down though, and the four finally played a game of beach volleyball. Momo and Murai had gotten into a splash fight as Hachiro and Yatora made sandcastles on the coast. They had hung out on the beach a bit more before deciding to grab lunch. “Sucks to suck doesn’t it?” Momo stuck her tongue out playfully and Murai squinted at his friend. “But my last project nearly made me broke!” “Besides,” Hachiro helped Momo off of his shoulders, “A deal is a deal. “Doesn’t matter!” Momo called with a smile, “we won!” “Hey! Hakkun is like three inches taller than me and you!” Murai splashed the water against Yatora, pouting. Murai’s legs unhooked from Yatora’s shoulders upon impact, and a second later he was swimming back up to the surface. Momo towered over him as she gave one last devastating push, and Murai was falling back into the water with a splash. Even with Murai’s strength, Hachiro was nearly a head taller than Murai. The two lock arms in a glare, struggling and pushing. The fight begins and Momo is already clawing to push Murai into the water. The water is cool against Murai’s legs, the sun even hotter against his back. With minimal protest, Murai ends up placed on Yatora’s shoulders staring down Momo who was on Hachiro’s. “I call dibs on having Yatora on my team! See? We can't lose.” “No way,” Murai declared, suddenly wrapping his arm around Yatora’s shoulders. “If we do, you’ll lose,” Hachiro chuckled. “Totally!” Murai jumped to his feet with a triumphant grin. “Can’t we go swimming already?” Momo huffed. “Afraid so”, Yatora fanned himself, Murai could see the sweat on his temple. “I don’t think that’s how it works,” Yatora said, a tired smile on his lips.įlinging himself back up, Murai let his head clear before speaking with a pout. Murai let out another agonizing groan, “It was my idea so I have every right to complain about it!” “Yeah! No backing out now!” Momo piped in. “This was your idea,” Hachiro snorted with a teasing grin. “Argh! I’m dyin’ here!” He groaned as he flopped back onto his towel, shielding his eyes from the blaring sun. At last, when Murai had managed to grab Yatora after class suggesting they all go to the beach was when the man had finally accepted. The other had turned him down for the past week (Hakkun notes it was because everytime Murai asked him to go fishing, but Murai doesn’t believe him). But Murai was damned to leave anytime soon when he had finally convinced Yatora to hang out.
The heat was excruciating, the air felt heavy against his back as the sun blinded him. They’re at Makuhari beach and Murai is sweating. It was in the heat of summer when Murai found himself wanting to kiss Yatora.
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