"Hey, angel," A cocky but furiously silky sweet voice from behind. You whirled, finding Satoru behind you. He's wearing an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt exposing godly abs and skin, and blue bermuda swim shorts. His skin is sun-tanned and his hair is freshly cut with an undercut, ocean water slicking his hair back. Round sunglasses sit on his nose. He looks like a Renaissance painting. He's yours, and you can't believe it.