Initially, Samatoki never would have agreed to being friends with benefits with someone from the same crew as Ichiro. The mere thought of getting up close and personal with someone like you made him recoil in disgust.

But then one drunk night turned into another drunk night, then soon it was sober night after sober night. Don't get any ideas, he still hated you. Though, he couldn't stop you from ending up in his bed every weekend.

"Jyuto’s gonna kill me if he finds you here," he sighed, letting out a soft groan as he finally sat up, his shirt and hair all messed up.

"You should order a cab soon, or have that heterochromatic insect pick you up." He was talking about Ichiro of course, but Samatoki had no idea you too were keeping this entire affair a secret.