[h3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5kPgG0oH2k]Sato Hashimoto // Sadaomi Beach[/url][/h3]	The group discussed their course of actions for a few moments before people started going off on their own, whether to hang out on the beach first or to go change into something more suitable. Sato stared out at the sea, lost in thought about what he was going to do today, until Mako suddenly grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the changing rooms, where surprisingly few people were out by. Sato tried to break free, but Mako's grip seemed to be a lot stronger than he thought it'd be. Instead, Mako interlocked their fingers and held on tighter. He looked up at Mako, trying to convey his sense of panic. "Mako, I don't--..." A burning sensation ran through his face, but at least it could be explained as already burning from the heat.

	Mako started talking, though, not letting go. It's not like Sato didn't want to hold Mako's hand, to be [i]together[/i], it's just... He wasn't an idiot. He knew what people thought. Sure, maybe most of them wouldn't say anything, but there was always the chance. There was always the possibility. And it scared him, like it always had. The chance of people not accepting him, so he'd always just did what they wanted like some puppet of fate... but what was the point? Wasn't that why he stood up against his own shadow, why everyone fought for their lives just to save him? He was really just backing out of that resolve he'd made back then by letting other people dictate who he was allowed to be.

	Except he didn't say any of that, and instead he just let Mako pull close and kiss him. It was short and sweet, but that was all it really had to be. After, he said something that, before he joined the team, he would have he never thought he'd say out loud. "Mako, I... love you." Sato looked into Mako's eyes to see if he'd make time stop and they could enjoy the moment forever, but it was cut short when Sato found himself laughing at what he'd said. "Can I say that already? It isn't too soon, is it? Whatever, I guess I'll just take that chance." He gave a warm smile to Mako, letting their hands fall loosely down, together. He sighed. "Let's just enjoy the day and leave all this stupid stuff for another time."

	Without saying anything else, Sato started pulling Mako (by the hand!) away to the small boulevard of shops that were nearby, intent on taking Mako up on his offer. Soon enough, though, they found a good place to buy shaved ice, and Sato went up to the counter. "Two shaved ice, please. Strawberry for me." He looked back at Mako. "You, uh, got the money, right?" Well, he said they did, so he better. Once Mako paid the teen that was working the stand, the two started walking back towards the beach. Unsure of what to say while eating ice, Sato scanned his brain for some kind of trivia. "Did you know that the flavors of shaved ice are all just sugar water that smells different? At least, that's what I heard." 

	By the time they managed to get back to where the group had established a spot for everyone with a couple umbrellas, Matt was already running towards the ocean, except, as he was running, he turned to the side. Presumably, he saw Shizuka coming out of the changing room looked stunning as usual, but apparently she was [i]too[/i] stunning and Matt absolutely biffed it. The sight was comical enough, Matt laying face-first in the sand, that Sato couldn't help but burst out laughing. Genuine laughter. He looked over at Mako, with a tear in his eye. He didn't say anything in particular, but he just wanted to.