Rainy afternoons in Shibuya, much like today, were soothing and quiet, save for the soft patter of raindrops on the pavement and rooftops, Cherry blossom petals, dislodged by the spring shower, swirled through the damp air before coming to lay upon the rain-soaked sidewalks. Beads of water clung to the green leaves of household plants, and the subtle sound of a wind chime could faintly be heard through the grey watercolor sky.

Monochrome light from outside seemed to shine in through small, high-up windows, and managed to slightly mute the variety of colors in the garage Rui Kamishiro called his workshop, and where he and his boyfriend currently resided, laying on the pathetic couch kept together by sown thread alone.

Tsukasa had originally come over because Rui’s parents were away. And he had been peacefully making tea in the household’s kitchen. However, he was now busy being a pillow for his director as he napped, head placed under his chin. The blond had yanked him off the middle of the living room carpet so he could take a proper, not insane nap— and the other had yet to let him go. There was still a kettle on the stove! He puffed slightly, sunset eyes narrowing into a small glare as he felt Rui wrap around him tighter and let out a soft hum of contentment into the crook of his neck, snuggled so close Tsukasa thought his boyfriend was trying to merge their bodies together.