warnings ; nsfw
sextape - deftones
( 4:02 )
( disclaimer - all characters live normal lives )
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"do you know why i love this beach so much?"
"because it's one of the prettiest spots in okinawa and it's great for calming the soul and finding peace?"
"um... no."
"because the girls are prettier here?"
"yes, suguru! exactly!"
ieiri rolled her eyes and looked back out to the water.
gojo satoru, geto suguru, and ieiri shoko spent a friendly vacation together on the summer beaches of okinawa, enjoying the sights and tolerating each other. the three of them were always hard at work, with gojo being a seasoned clothing model, ieiri being a emergency room nurse, and geto being an elderly helper who often traveled to senior homes in the country.
despite deviating as they got older, the three always managed to stay in contact with each other, and when ieiri called the two with request that they'd go back to a nostalgic destination with her, gojo and geto jumped at the opportunity and said yes.
it was their first full day out of the week that they'd spend there. ieiri was deeply immersed in her relaxation as she found herself often under shade in the sand. geto was interested in the architecture and tourism destinations, and he could barely take his eyes away from the brochure that he grabbed from the airport. gojo was enjoying a mix of the two, though he had only two things that he really wanted.
he wanted to try the food, because he had heard that they seasoned things differently now, and he wanted to meet a girl.
he couldn't deny that, despite being a favorite among women, he was yet to find someone that he truly liked. he wanted someone funny who had their own sense of humor. someone who didn't feel obligated to laugh at all of his jokes, because he knew they weren't all that funny. he wanted someone with morals, who could argue about what she thought was right for hours a day because that's how much it meant to her. he wanted someone who wouldn't throw herself at him, someone who had respect for herself.
gojo laid in between geto and ieiri on their lawn chairs, relaxing with his eyes closed while his old classmates talked to each other about an art museum downtown. he wouldn't say it aloud, but gojo had no interest in going to see the art. he preferred the living paintings in front of him, splashing around in the water and all covered in sand.
"-toru! satoru!"
gojo opened his eyes wildly at the sound of his name being called. he looked to either side of him to see ieiri eyeing him in irritation and geto shaking his head.
"hello? have you been listening to anything that i've been saying?"
"of course i have," gojo lied easily.
"no, you haven't." geto quickly chimed. "you were thinking about girls again."
gojo pursed his lips and crossed his arms, knowing that there was no arguing with geto. ieiri shook her head wearily and turned to look forward once more.
