[h2]Mako Moritomi//Sadaomi Beach[/h2]
[h3]Saturday, August 1, 2015[/h3]

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Mako tried and only partially succeeded at stopping himself from gaping at the view before him as he stepped off the train. It had been a long, long time since he'd come to the beach. Not since... well. Since the last time he'd been in Tokyo, at least. Sosuke had taken him and Haku while his parents sorted something out, or whatever it was they were really doing. He shook off the unhappy memories. He was here, and this was now- he didn't need to stay wrapped up in the past anymore. Not when he had so much to look forward to here. He looked over at Sato, a small smile gracing his lips as he let his eyes wander over him. 

It was refreshing, not to have to hide his interests among his... friends? Friends seemed appropriate. They weren't merely associates or acquaintances, after all. Not after what they'd seen and done together. Pondering that fact momentarily- when was the last time he even had friends- he adjusted his bag over his shoulder. While he was already wearing his dark-grey-and-blue swim jammers (with a matching tank top), he still had a change of clothes with him, so he wouldn't have to walk around in wet clothing all day. He then noticed that Sato seemed... under-equipped for this venture. Hm. He'd have to see what he could do to help with that- he had a decent amount of money from various odd jobs he'd taken here or there.

A few people seemed to wonder what it was one did at the beach- Ryan flat-out saying so- so Mako felt inclined to speak up.

[color=0076a3]"Well, swimsuits plus water is kind of a no-brainer. I haven't been to the ocean since I was a kid, so hopefully I'm not too rusty in the swimming department. Apart from that, there's refreshments- shaved ice and such. Oh, but remember to wear sunscreen! And keep reapplying it every so often! Come on,"[/color] said Mako, grabbing Sato's hand quickly and deliberately, starting to drag him over to the changing rooms. [color=0076a3]"I have some sunscreen if you need it. And then, shaved ice!"[/color]

As they walked, Mako felt Sato's hand squirming in his, as though trying to escape, like earlier. [color=0076a3][i]Um... no. Not this time.[/i][/color] Mako shifted his grip, forcing his fingers in between Sato's, interlacing them.

[color=0076a3]"Hey,"[/color] he said quietly, turning to look the older boy in the eyes. [color=0076a3]"I just want you to know... I'm not ashamed of this. And neither should you be. We've been through, and will yet go through, worse than this. This?"[/color] he said, raising their laced fingers to eye level, [color=0076a3]"This makes me feel safe. It makes me comfortable. And I hope it does for you, too, at least a little. If it doesn't, then we'll stop for now, but..."[/color]

Here, Mako looked back at their friends, then off to the sides of the relatively-empty strip (most people were already down at the beach by this time). Then, quick as can be, he pressed a quick kiss to Sato's lips, before leaning up to his ear.

[color=0076a3]"I kinda like just being able to hold my boyfriend's hand,"[/color] he said, face burning. He backed away, uncaring of the few curious or awkward glances being thrown their way. He'd been hiding for long enough- he would never do so again. He started walking forward, tugging Sato along with him. To his credit, he had stopped trying to escape.

[color=0076a3]"Now. Let's go get ourselves a treat- I'm buying. What would you like?"[/color]

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[@Sen]