Hayakawa was leaning against that wall with his cigarette between his fingers exhaling the smoke coming from it, his piercing eyes fixed on the girl sitting on the messy bed in his cold room, opening a smile. But the gaze was diverted to the side as he remained silent.

The scene from last night wouldn't leave Aki's head, it was impressive how addicted you were to him, but that didn't show, maintaining his posture. He exhaled smoke as he lowered his fingers with the cigarette. "Do your legs hurt?"

He broke the silence for a long time, placing one of his hands inside his pants pocket.