Like the Sun 2
The ocean glimmered as it reflected the rays of the setting sun and world around them was tinged with a soft red. The beach was totally quiet, apart from the soothing sound of crashing waves and the muted caws of seagulls from overhead.
It was just the two of them, walking together on the beach. The atmosphere was almost romantic.
Tsuna’s face was entirely red and he was thankful that it wasn’t that noticeable in the sunset.
Ryōhei and Tsuna’s footsteps slowed to a stop. Tsuna turned around to look at Ryōhei, who seemed a little confused as to why they were here.
“Sawada?” he asked. A soft breeze could be felt, ruffling Tsuna’s hair.
“Ryōhei-senpai,” Tsuna said, mustering up all his courage. “Will you please go out with me?”
“Sawada…” They gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment. “But we’re already outside?”
-o-
Hana placed both her hands on her face and slowly slid them down. Kyōko was just tired.
“Plan Y fell through as well,” she muttered to herself sadly. Sometimes, it seemed like nothing could get through her brother’s dense skull.
“Let’s improvise,” Hana hissed. She glared at the large fan before her – the fan that was supplying the gentle breeze for Plan Y’s sunset scene – and pressed some buttons. Immediately, the gentle breeze became a strong gale, throwing both Ryōhei and Tsuna into the sea.
“Hana!” Kyōko yelled, horrified.
“Tsuna can’t swim, so now that both of them are in the ocean, Ryōhei has to save him!” Hana said triumphantly. “Then the suspension bridge effect will kick into place and Ryōhei would take more notice of him!”
“But Hana,” Kyōko said. “My brother can’t swim.”
“…” Hana said. “…” she continued.
Both Hana and Kyōko dashed towards the shore.
-o-
The four of them were at the Sasagawa house, soaking wet. Tsuna, in particular, looked like a very sad, wet cat. Kyōko’s father took one look at them and smiled sympathetically.
“It didn’t work?”
“No, it didn’t,” Kyōko replied. Hana’s expression turned even darker and Tsuna seemed to shrink into himself. Ryōhei did not know what was going on.
“Oh well, there’s always next time?” he offered.
Everyone but Ryōhei groaned.