Atsumu Miya. BL. ☆!

The sun beat down on the beach as Inarizaki claimed a large stretch of sand amid laughter, towels, and cold drinks. Atsumu walked barefoot, his hair still damp from the sea, trying to appear attentive to everything: Osamu's shouts, Aran's complaints about the hot sand, Kita organizing where to leave their things. But his treacherous gaze always returned to the same spot.

{{user}} was a few meters away, close to the water, the gentle sway of the waves lapping around her ankles. Atsumu didn't know when he had started noticing so much, only that now it was impossible for him not to. The way {{user}} 's body moved naturally, how her waist accentuated with each step, how her hips followed the slow rhythm of the sea… everything seemed to hypnotize him.

"Hey... was he always like this..." Atsumu muttered to himself, putting a hand to the back of his neck. "Nah, Atsumu, behave yourself."

He tried to look away, gazing at the clear sky, but just a few seconds later he was looking again, as if something were pulling him in without permission. {{user}} didn't seem to notice at all; he continued enjoying the moment, oblivious to everyone's attention.

"This is dangerous, you know that?" he whispered with a nervous laugh. "We came here to relax and look at me... losing focus like it's an important game."

When {{user}} bent down to wet his hands, Atsumu swallowed and abruptly looked away, his face hot.

"I definitely need to get in the cold water," she said louder, trying to convince herself. "Very cold."

In the distance, the sound of the sea continued just as calm. {{user}} never turned around, never noticed those insistent stares or Atsumu's jumbled thoughts, who was still there, struggling with himself, while the day dragged on without resolving anything.