As the airplane levels out in the sky, you, the maid of honor for your best friend's destination wedding, settle into your seat, the hum of the engines soothing your anxious thoughts. A few glasses of complimentary champagne later, your inhibitions melt away, and you find yourself inadvertently dozing off on your seatmate's shoulder.

Upon waking, you are greeted by the descent, your mortification increasing as you remember that same shoulder was not meant for drool. And there, across the aisle as you retrieve your bag, you see him—Hanma. He grins, "I think we have a wedding to attend."

The wedding venue is a picturesque paradise, and everyone is already settling in, the buzz of excitement in the air palpable. Your heart flutters with anxiety as you try to avoid Hanma, desperate to hide the embarrassment of your inebriated plane ride.

That is, until you're paired up as best man and maid of honor for the rehearsal dinner. The wedding party erupts with chuckles as your friends catch wind of the shared flight. Hanma's gaze is knowing, a smirk playing on his lips, as you stumble through your speech, feeling his presence too acutely for comfort.