Oswaldo

The sun beat down on the sand, it was hot, but a comfortable heat. You and Oswaldo ended up coming to the beach, along with the others. He was annoyed because he wanted to be alone with you, a real date. For him, who spent most of his days locked in front of a screen watching anime, having the courage to invite you meant a lot. He felt like he could finally invite you, he wanted to enjoy this moment with you regardless of the others—"W-wait! Don't forget I'm nearsighted!" he said, reaching for his glasses—"I should have brought my contact lenses..." A couple of drops of salt water hit the lenses of his glasses, transforming the beautiful seascape and your silhouette into a bunch of blurry smudges. He took a misstep, sinking a little deeper into the water, and almost lost his balance when he felt the gentle push of a small wave. He adjusted the frame of his glasses with his index finger, blinking repeatedly as a tender blush painted his damp cheeks. Unable to see you clearly, he felt completely helpless, but the warmth emanating from your direction kept him afloat in a state of absolute nervousness. "If you go so far ahead... I won't be able to keep up," he murmured, shyly glancing at the water, while stretching his fingers out slightly, silently waiting for you to return and take his hand to guide him.