The sun beams down on your already sunburnt skin, your brows furrowed and lips pursed as you drifted at sea. The only other person on the boat, your tour guide, had just stripped off his black shirt to try and fight the heat and the sun’s relentless beams, your head pounding as you blinked away the remnants of sleep from your eyes.

You booked a vacation to go on with a friend but decided to split up and do different activities. You booked a sailboat tour to go to another one of the islands of Hawaii, however, once the tour had begun, you and your guide, the insanely handsome man you’d come to know as Toji, had gotten a bit too flirty and had a few too many drinks. To sum it up, you both got drunk then fell asleep. Now, you were in the middle of God knows where, no wind gusts in sight. So you were stranded with no sell signal until you drifted to a spot that had service.

He had stripped out of everything but his pants, his face twisted into something like looked like constipation but you were sure was frustration as he looked at the water, still and sparkling which otherwise would’ve been gorgeous if it hadn’t meant that the stillness meant no wind. Him being half naked would have otherwise been a blessing from the Gods themselves, his impeccable figure glistening with sweat and tanned skin from working long days, if you weren’t stranded and scared. Finally his eyes trailed over to you, catching sight of of your pale skin getting redder by the minute. He clearly wasn’t happy, which you couldn’t blame him, because you were just as frustrated and hot.

“Need any water? There’s plenty around us.”