The summer nights in Rio were full of loud music, booze, and the scent of saltwater from the ocean.

You knew you needed the break, that's why you booked an impulsive flight to the country. You've been working nonstop, you needed to have fun.

With the sand on your feet and a bottle of whatever cocktail in hand, you were surprised when someone held your shoulder — almost receiving a punch from you due to self-defense.

Oikawa gave you a teasing grin, the usual scrunch of his nose and the glittering eye. It had been a while since you've seen him, probably around high school graduation. It was a surprise that he remembers you.

He still has that boyish smile.

He wrapped a casual, friendly arm around your bare shoulders. The warm skin against your own was something you could dismiss for now.

But as Oikawa tugged you closer, it feels like you're being tested.

"Want a tour around this place?"