This is the fabled "beach episode" but it's the beach chapter. I honestly have no fucking idea why I decided to do huge timeskips in the next chapters, but the next chapter is near the end of summer break and it'll be the firework episode as it was shown with Hachiman and Yui. As always, this chapter could be bad, but I tried my best to make this chapter good, and for it to not be as cringy as possible, so it all comes down to whether you enjoyed this chapter or not.
Anyway, have fun reading. If you have feedback, feel free to comment it.
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It was another hot summer day, Y/N once again lazing about his home. This time, he was lying down on his back on the couch, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. Y/N often wondered why Japan always had hot summers. During his time in America, some summer days were pretty hot and humid, but never to the extent of what he was feeling here.
However, he wasn't the only one like this as well. His sister, Akari, was lazing about on the cushioned chair they had. The mother of the two trudged down the stairs, looking to her children with a deadpan look.
"What are you two doing?", Riko questioned, "Why haven't you two gotten ready?"
"Huh...? Ready for what...?" Y/N was confused.
Riko raises her eyebrows, "Did I not tell you two yesterday that we'd be going to the beach?"
And after hearing this, Akari's previous mood brightens up. Her eyes now had stars in them as her mouth widens into a smile. She instantly shot up from her seat, rushing past her mother while Riko giggles.
Y/N only rubs his eyes in exhaustion and sighs.
"How the hell does she change moods so quickly?"
"Young man, what did I say about swearing in my house?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Don't 'yeah, yeah' me. Now get your butt up there and go get ready."
With a roll of his eyes, Y/N heads up the stairs as well. Riko sighs, but her mouth had softened up to a smile. If anything, Y/N did act like his father as he himself would act like that sometimes. But, Y/N did have his shy factors, as does his father.
Riko remembers when Y/N's father first asked her out on a date. The blonde man had a huge blush on his face and he stuttered a little with the words he spoke to her. Riko fondly smiles at the memory and went to the table that held the pictures they've taken as families, picking up the family portrait. Putting the portrait down, she heads into the garage and gets the car started, opening the back of the trunk to put their luggage in.
Akari was the first to come out, excitement written all over her face. Tossing her bags in, she was met with Y/N's bag to her face, the tall blonde teen having threw his bag into his sister's face. Loading it all up into the car, Riko sat in the driver's seat with Y/N sitting at the front passenger seat. With Akari sitting in the middle passenger seat, the mother of the two backs up and begins heading for the beach.
The car ride was fairly silent, Riko occasionally humming to herself, Akari taking a nap, and Y/N scrolling through his phone. As soon as they found their parking spot, Y/N opening his passenger door, he looks up and let out a surprised sound. Coming out from her own passenger door was Saki Kawasaki, her heading to the beach with her family. The blue-haired girl blushed, realizing what she was wearing. Sure, she was wearing a jacket to cover the bathing suit she had on, but she left the zipper open.
Saki had only one thought running through her mind. "Why the hell do we keep meeting like this?" She didn't want to believe this was all "fate," believing that kind of thing is bullshit. But here she is now, and here Y/N is, sitting in his passenger seat with a slightly surprised look on his face. Before she couldn't utter anything out of her mouth, Akari had poked her head out from where Y/N was.
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