Blue Butterfly | Amajiki Tamaki

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2nd POV

"You've got be kidding me!"

"I'm not though!"

"Wow," Nejire uttered, dragging the word as her blues absorbed the scenery. "This place is really amazing!"

"I know right!"

The sky was a curtain of silk, squabbling seagulls racing past tufty clouds of seashell-white drifting by. Bright light dawned along the horizon, shedding a glow on the rollers of jewel-blue dashing the the golden sand. The sea churned in small, gentle ripples, a gown of brochure-blue stretching over a wide expanse; the heap of the sea swelling slightly.

It was always moving, never still, like time itself.

The beach was a blaze of colourful parasols, light chatter rumbling like the lapping waves curling at the toes of children dashing across the shoreline, a litter of glimmering seashells scattered in a pattern. The approaching summer sun's heat was mild and bearable, beating down on Mirio and Tamaki as they shuffled with the luggage and diving equipment; the tall blonde leading the way down along a dirt path.

The dark-haired teen paused to take a breather, lagging behind Mirio who suddenly huffed.

"Yeesh, why do the girls have so many stuff?"

"... Well, they're girls," Tamaki tried to justify.

"What kind of reasoning is that?" Nejire demanded, rolling her eyes.

"Ngh," he grumbled in response.

From the jutting cliff that stood high over the sand—forming a minor headland—the briny wind fluttered your [h/c] locks astray; the vague smell of salt tickling your nostrils. The air was mellow on your skin, the sheer sight instigating a sense of serenity that began to flood your veins in calming waves.

You had taken the train with Nejire at the station early that morning, Mirio and Tamaki having departed a little earlier before the two of you. Mirio was growing a bit restless since the two of you had to shop around for a couple of necessities (you didn't have a swimsuit and Nejire had to raid the articles of clothing like a madwoman) that Nejire claimed to be extremely and utmost important on her list!

And well, Mirio had to bow down to her feisty attitude.

All of you met at the local town centre and ventured from there in high spirits, the coastline brilliant in the morning sun; overgrown kelp covering the grey ribbon of rocks.

Tamaki even asserted that he was relishing the outdoor essence despite his pale, anxious face, slouching his shoulders as he walked. The milieu had an air that resembled your old place; the same solitary tranquility clung to the mood—a familiar trait he adored.

You were now currently admiring the picturesque view, heeding the squeals and chirps from Nejire who was bouncing around, her handbag leaping along with her in the air.

She rushed to the edge and angled her smartphone to snap a picture, her green skirt ruffling in the strong sea breeze. "Hey, hey, Togata-kun! Your dad's friend owns all of this?"

"Nope!" Mirio ambled towards a flight of rocky steps heading down to the bay, shaking his head. "He doesn't own the beach, he owns those villas all the way there-"

"[Name]-chan, look over there! Those villas are so huge!" Nejire interjected, tugging you forward. "I feel like we're going to live in a mansion!"

The villas were white-washed in cream-coloured paint, the luxurious-looking buildings located in a lush green estate further up the bay where an enormous stack of stairs led to what appeared to be the parking area, a set of gates lining up where the road joined on the other side. You stared in awe, excitement beginning to boil in your blood.