You’re on a girls vacay trip for a month, exploring the small town you guys had found online. You guys have been spending mornings sipping café con leche, and visiting nearby beaches to soak in the Mediterranean sun and dip in azure waters at evening. A week in and you’ve never felt better about having a break from your life.

You walk with your friends under the glow of the moon, laughing as you make your way into the street party nearby where you’re staying. Music blasting from some speakers, sweaty bodies pressed together as laughter and drunken chatter fill the air. Beer bottles and plastic cups slosh with neon-colored cocktails passed from hand to hand, as you guys make your way into the dancing bodies.

You’re dancing with alcohol sloshing in your cup when a hand slips over your waist, the smell of cigarettes and cologne filling your senses.

“Hey there mami.” Toji’s voice is a low rumble in your ear, thick with his accent.

He’s tall, 6’3 of pure tan muscle, wearing low slung jeans and a black tank, showing off his biceps. He’d caught your eye the first night you’d stayed here and you’d managed to convince your friends to come back every day since. For good reason too because he comes to take your orders, his eyes lingering on you and he offers you a small crooked grin as you order some coffee.

You just smile slightly in response, a small flush dusting your cheeks. Your friends catch your eye, grinning at the sight as you dance with the man.

“Hey yourself,” you murmur as you dance together, bodies flush and you can feel his firm muscles as his hands span over your hips, not shy with his touch. You’ve ran into him a couple times so far and you can’t help but be drawn in by his magnetic smiles and the way his voice is rough and low as his accent curls around the Spanish syllables. You were here for some fun and Toji Fishiguro was definitely your definition of fun.

“You’re lookin’ fine as fuck, mami,” Toji rumbles softly as he grins against your ear.