{a short story} 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 Y/N's husband takes her on a 12-day yacht vacation as a birthday present where she encounters a blasè widower; Toji Fushigoro a man who will become her escort and eventually her sweetheart.
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The day has been somewhat exhausting. Because they are required to get up bright and early for breakfast, Y/N are incredibly fatigued and exhausted. After today's tour of the landmarks, she went to bed immediately. It was clear from the fact that she was still wearing the same clothes as she had this morning that she was exhausted and out of it.
When her eyes finally opened, the faint glow of the moonlight was there to meet them. It was coming in through the window. As she blinked her eyes for a minute to take in her surroundings, she could hear faintly the sounds of Hiromi's mild snoring while his arms were wrapped around her. She did this as she tried to take in her surroundings. Before she drifted off to sleep, the last thing she recalled was him stepping outside to have a cigarette.
For some reason, taking in the salty sea smell mixed with the perfume surrounding her body made her feel hazy, and she wanted to get rid of the aroma as soon as possible to a gentle soapy smell. She yawned a little while lying up, feeling her feet on the dull grey carpet, and turned to her side, lightly lifting up Hiromi's heavy arm from her waist. While making her way into the restroom, she began undressing.
After she finished bathing, she changed into some nightwear, which consisted solely of some black silk shorts and a matching blouse. She couldn't stop glancing out the window in the hopes of spotting Toji, and when she finally did, she couldn't contain her joy. Before diverting her attention back to the outside world, she glanced over at Hiromi for a moment to make sure he was still sound asleep. After that, she switched her attention back to the outside world.
Toji made his way lazily onto the docks and sat down while simultaneously lighting up a cigarette. She could make out a thin column of smoke rising into the air in front of her. Aside from that, his vision was obstructed by the moonlight, which made it difficult for her to tell exactly what he was feeling.
She pondered whether or not she should go talk to him again, but she didn't want to be confronted by a direct response from him if she did. It's possible that he just didn't enjoy being in her company because, in general, he kind of gave off that vibe. However, she had an irresistible want to go back and hear his voice, which was paradoxically tender and gruff. To look into those eyes. Those sincere eyes.
She turned her attention once more to Hiromi while recognising the odour of shame that she had been carrying around with her for the past two days. Is it possible that she actually found herself developing feelings for a complete stranger? She hated to acknowledge it and preferred to imagine that all she wanted was someone else to talk to instead of her boring husband.
Then, the things that her friend Alice and Lucia had shared with her a few days earlier immediately came flooding back into her thoughts. That she was becoming less interested, and everyone could see that she was becoming less interested. She huffed once more as she went back to the bed and cautiously laid down on it, as she did not want to wake up Hiromi.
