TORTURED BY RAINBOWS

Saeki was posing against the coke machine when Bane dragged Davide towards the beach. Bane had some misguided notion that Davide made less puns when he was being shoved headfirst into the ocean. A brilliant guy, like Saeki, could have told you Bane was wrong.

“Sae-san.” Saeki turned, and the girls who had gathered to ogle his half-dress form whined at the loss. He ignored them though to grin at Itsuki. Itsuki’s face was quizzical as he looked from Saeki to the bikini girls back to Saeki. “…”

“Going clam digging?” Saeki grinned and wrapped an arm around Itsuki’s shoulders leading him off. “Sure! I’d love to come along! Thanks for inviting me Ittchan!”

Atsushi turns to look over his shoulder. “He’s watching us again.”