[Makoto had not wanted to go to the ocean. He was still...well, he'd never forgotten that time when so many people had drowned so very close to shore, and childhood fears are hard to shake.
But Nagisa had insisted and Haru had actually agreed since it was now warm enough to swim in it, and Makoto couldn't say no after that.
So here he is, smiling faintly as he shades his eyes with one hand and peers out at the ocean, though there's a sense of unease to him despite himself.
Which is why he doesn't recognize the girl that trots right by him at first.]
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But Nagisa had insisted and Haru had actually agreed since it was now warm enough to swim in it, and Makoto couldn't say no after that.
So here he is, smiling faintly as he shades his eyes with one hand and peers out at the ocean, though there's a sense of unease to him despite himself.
Which is why he doesn't recognize the girl that trots right by him at first.]