Darling, it's better | down where it's wetter | k. bakugo merman x reader

The air was thick and heavy, a suffocating blanket of humidity clinging to everything. You slid down the grassy hill, bare feet finding purchase on the soft, golden sand of the secluded cove. This little stretch of beach, protected by natural cliffs, was your haven from the oppressive heat and the demanding tasks of caring for your injured uncle.

Stripping down to your bathing suit, you hoisted your inflatable floaty, eager for the cool embrace of the ocean. The initial shock of the cold water was quickly replaced by a soothing calm as you waded out, the waves gently rocking you. Finally, you settled onto your floaty, letting the sun warm your skin, the rhythmic sway of the water lulling you into a peaceful doze.

Then, the world turned. The first sign was the sudden, sharp tear of plastic as your floaty snagged on a rock. A wave crashed, pulling you under, the icy water a shocking jolt. Panic surged as a powerful riptide seized your legs, dragging you deeper. Your lungs burned, salt stung your eyes, and the darkness enveloped you. You fought, but the current was too strong, your limbs too heavy. You were sinking, and there was nothing you could do.