Beast boy, a burning young man in his best years, stood alone on the beach, gazing over theturquoise water with his daring chartreuse globes. His jade hair danced lightly in the oceanbreeze, tickling against one cheek as he tried to keep still despite his impatient excitement, resting his cheek against one hand as he adjusted his terra glasses.

He wore a cinereal tank top, his shoulders a beautiful bronze in the sun, and a pair of loose French vermillion jeans. His pea-colored mane brushed against his shoulders, complementing his fiery bronze visage. An elaborate tattoo snaked its way around his visible skin. Furry ears flicked at the top of his head, and he twitched his chartreuse tail.

His thoughts wandered to his days in She Hulk's company. Beast boy must have been delivered to her by fate. She Hulk had uncharacteristically found herself at death's door when Beast boy, in a moment of great courage, saved her. From then on, they were inseparable. They shared every part of their life with each other. That was how it was to this very day.