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Year 2: Summer ☀️ A Vacation to Remember

"Last year, I wanted to invite you to the beach, but you immediately shot me down without even hearing me out," you said, pretending to wipe away imaginary tears. "You wounded me, you know. Oh, how times have changed."

"I had better things to do than to spend my summer break with you," Orter deadpanned, adjusting his glasses as he spoke.

"So you were just shy. I get it. Since you agreed to go this time, I'll take that as a sign we're growing closer~"

"Do not put words into my mouth."

You, Orter, and Alex were currently at the beach for summer break. It took a lot of convincing from both you and Alex before Orter finally agreed to be abducted to the beach.

However, while you and Alex were playing in the ocean, a certain four-eyes was seated in the shade, reading a book.

Noticing this transgression, you made your way over to him. "Why are you reading at the beach? Your habit of overreading is precisely the reason why your eyes turn into 3s when you take your glasses off," you remarked, casting a playful glance at him.

Before Orter could respond to your cheeky remark, Alex approached with something in his hand. "I brought a slaughtermelon!"

"Why would you bring that here?" Orter asked, a trace of revulsion colored his face.

"It's times like these when you gotta smash melons, dummy!" Alex exclaimed enthusiastically.

"'Tis the season," you concurred, eyeing Orter mischievously.

"Speaking of smashing melons... Orter's pretty hard-headed. We could smash the slaughtermelon onto his head," you suggested, half-jokingly. "I doubt he would sustain any brain damage due to that skull of his."

Immediately following your words, you were pulled into the sand, finding yourself eye-level with Orter's feet. You had forgotten that you were currently in his natural territory.

"Did I lie, though?"

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As night descended, you found Orter by the shore, his nose buried in a book as usual.

Approaching with a playful smile, you asked, "Mind if I join you?"

Without lifting his gaze from the pages, he replied, "What's the point of asking? You'd do so regardless."

"You're so right, Orter. I can't believe you know me so well," you chuckled, earning a slight "tsk" from him.

"So, what brings you out here at this hour while Alex is fast asleep?" you inquired, settling down beside him.

Orter, as dry as ever, responded, "I went out to get away from you, but it appears that plan failed."

Without skipping a beat, you flashed a wide grin. "Then I'll have no choice but to make you enjoy my company~"

At this point, he had completely abandoned any hope of reading in peace.

"What makes you think I want that?" Orter glanced your way, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I mean, who wouldn't want someone as charming as myself for company?" you remarked confidently, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Knowing that arguing with you was only a waste of time and breath, he let out an exasperated sigh and resigned himself to your presence, listening to your ramblings while gazing at the scenery.

It was a night of the full moon, the sky adorned with countless stars.

They say that the company you keep can enhance moments like these...

Though Orter was not one to appreciate the natural beauty of the night, the scene tonight was particularly alluring.

At some point, you fell silent. Resting your head on your knees, you watched as Orter absorbed the view before him with his usual expressionless face. His presence alone had a way of making your heart skip a beat.

Opportunities to silently enjoy his company like this were rare, so you were savoring every second.

The scene of the ocean and sky illuminated by the moon was breathtaking, and yet... you found the concentric rings in his eyes far more captivating.

"Quit staring," his voice interrupted your trance.

"Oh, was I..? Maybe because the person I'm looking at is too mesmerizing to avert my eyes," you teased.

Your comeback left him momentarily at a loss for words. Never before had he had to deal with anyone this... brazen. "You and your jokes. Your shamelessness knows no bounds, does it?" he said, adjusting his glasses.

"Yep. Since you already know how shameless I am, I'd like to take a picture of you; it'll last longer," you replied with a wink.

"A camera would be required for that," he remarked dryly.

"Don't underestimate me. I come prepared for every situation," you said, producing a camera out of thin air.

"Let's take one together," you suggested, closing the distance between you.

Orter didn't mind the proximity, per se, but it was the sudden closeness that flustered him. "Fine," he relented, "but just one photo."

With a click, the picture was captured.

The photo was a success. "It's perfect! I'll make sure to cherish this picture forever," you giggled, filled with genuine delight.

Turning to Orter, you added with a grin, "Oh, and just for the record, I'm only this shameless when it comes to you."

Orter averted his gaze, his ears tinged with red. "Hand me a copy. I need to make sure you didn't make me look foolish."

As you handed him a copy, you noticed a subtle softening in his eyes. "You don't look silly at all. It's impossible to make you look silly. The camera likes you just as much as I do," you teased, nudging him playfully with your elbow.

"I suppose it's an acceptable photograph," he reluctantly admitted, as he carefully placed the photo into his book, marking the page he had been reading.

In that moment, you felt grateful for the scenery that lay before your eyes, for the cool ocean breeze that caressed your skin, for his presence that comforted your very soul, and you hoped Orter felt the same way too.

With softened eyes and heartfelt sincerity, you expressed, "I'm truly grateful, Orter, that you're part of this photograph and this precious memory of mine..."