Clothes scattered on the floor, both your bodies sweaty, sheets wrinkled, hair messy. All of that from the previous ‘activity’ of yours and Chuuya’s.

Chuuya sat up on the edge of the bed, while you laid under the duvet, he grabbed his boxers and put them on.

You watched as he stood up and walked over to the balcony. He lit up a cigarette as you kept watching him and his muscled body.