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☆ 𝙎𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙉

¹⁷ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 ᵀʰᵉ ᴮᵉᵃᶜʰ

⋆ 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 (𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩)

"Hey Kira?!"

I called out to her. "Yeah?!" She shouted back. "Do you know where the beach towels are?" There was a bit of a pause, "...Are they not in your room?" I sighed a bit, and scratched my head.

I then remembered the closet of randomness and instantly made my way to it.

When I opened the closet door, things came falling out, including a beach ball that bonked me on the head. Within the pile of stuff that came falling out, it included the beach towels I was looking for.

I shoved everything else back in, hoping whoever that was next to open this, doesn't get bashed in the head by any falling objects like I did.

I went back to my room and quickly got my beach look ready. I spritzed myself with a dash of perfume and dabbed my lips with lipgloss. I applied a little bit of mascara, curling them soon after it dried. I then put my hair up and did my edges.

I sat a pair of sunglasses on my head, and put on a pair of small hoops.

Now, I wasn't a big fan of the water nor the beach, so I wasn't planning on dunking my head under water. I'm more of a reading on shore and taking a nap in the shade kinda gal. Kira on the other hand, is always the hands on, knee deep explorer. She loves the water despite her cat features, and loves (for some reason,) to get dirty.

Besides, I was only going for Tamaki. Well, he doesn't know I'll be there yet. Mirio thought it would be a fun idea to surprise him since we haven't seen each other for a while. Internships have been a busy priority lately, which explains it for itself.

I grabbed my keys and some other things, and made my way out of the room. Luckily, Kira was ready too, meaning I wouldn't have to drag her out of her room.

I scanned over her body with squinted eyes, "Is that my bathing suit?" She slowly started to cover it up with her sheer cardigan."...Nooo?"

I slightly shook my head, "Anyways- can you grab the beach towels for me?" I asked. "Sure!" She picked them up and tucked them under her arm.

❦𝗧𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗜'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ (｡･･｡)

"Isn't this nice?" Mirio asked. I shrugged my shoulders. It was more unbearably hot than nice in my opinion. "It's definitely... warm."

"Well you wouldn't be so hot if you took your shirt off," he laughed. "Do you see all these people?" I whispered, clutching my hands around my body. Too many eyes. Too many judging eyes. "Tamaki, buddy, no one's looking at you," he tried to reassure in the nicest way possible. I shook my head, meaning it wasn't coming off.