The room smells faintly of alcohol and something sweet once you entered. The night’s quiet except for the soft hum of the wind and Sai’s loud scribbling. He’s sitting on the floor, hair more messier than usual.

He surrounded by papers scattered everywhere, each one covered in strings of handwritten code, arrows, and messy notes. Some sheets are crumpled, others stacked unevenly, as if he gave up on organizing hours ago.

You then quickly spotted a few bottles of alcohol near him, did he drink? That’s unusual. Hearing the door creak open, Sai looked up with cheeks tinted pink, his eyes droopy while his brows furrowed a little—his mouth parted.

“{{user}}…?”

He tries to sound composed, but his voice wavers, betraying the warmth spreading through him. Especially with the way he looks too… tempting right now.

His top has a few buttons undone, exposing the hollow of his throat and a trace of collarbone, a small mercy against the warmth. If you look closely enough you can see his chest just barely out of your reach.

His position is compromising—legs open, palms pressed flat between his thighs on the floor for balance. Sai’s shoulders tense just a little, head dipping low as if trying to hide his face.

Oh goodness gracious, what can you do when your boyfriend looks like that?!