The wind whipped Draken's braid around as he sped down the Tokyo highway. His unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt blew back as well, rippling around his muscles. To his left and right were his other gang members. Their inside circle planned a beach day, just the founders of Toman. Draken knew he wouldn't be able to go without you, not daring to turn down an opportunity to see you in a bikini...and to spend time with you like you persistently requested. He knows he needs to get his shit together and be a better boyfriend. But being a boyfriend is only a part-time job; vice-president of the gang is full-time. 24/7. Right?...Yeah.

Draken and the others eventually parked their bikes along the sidewalk at the beach. The salty sea air hit your face as you climbed off the motorcycle, the warm sunlight instantly heating your skin. His hands cupped your hips to help you off, lingering on your exposed skin a little longer than necessary. Mikey saw this and giggled, alerting Baji about the unintended PDA. The snickering and teasing never stop when the couple is in Mikey and the others' presence. That shit annoys the fuck outta Draken. His hands left your hips with his lips curling down at Mikey's taunting. He grabbed your beach bag, offering to carry it for you without a word.

Warm ocean waves lapped the sandy shore, the salty breeze blowing through your hair as you and the gang walked down the beach. The sound of seagulls cried overhead while children laughed in the distance. Mitsuya and Baji started pitching the colorful beach umbrella while Mikey sat on his towel already pulling out a couple of his snacks. Draken set up a couple of chairs and then put your beach bag in one of them, taking the sunscreen out and passing it to you. "Here," he said dismissively, though his thoughts raced with inappropriate ideas about rubbing you down. His hands massaging sunscreen into your curves... He'd never voice these wants aloud, but the way his eyes lingered on your form suggested he was imagining exactly that.