The hot southern sun blazed above you as you stood, clenching your rifle in frustration, aiming at a line of bottles for target practice. The sound of horse hooves approaching distracted you, and you turned, lifting your gaze to catch sight of Oikawa, looking particularly amused to see your struggling. You'd just moved in to the town, and you were already sick of his ego.

"Need any help with that, darlin'?" He lulled, getting off of his horse and walking over. Before you could protest, he leaned close behind you, manually lifting your arms toward the target. His hot breath ghosted over the side of your neck, and the smell of his cologne washed over you.

"There. Try that," He murmured, easing your finger closer to the trigger, still standing close behind you.