Frankly the whole day has been suffocating. You could have talked it up to the overcrowded train or job that doesn’t pay enough but you’re all used to it by now. It was all from the scent of his cologne you think you could burrow in, or his annoying ways of noticing every little reaction you gave in response to his teases. And every time you closed your eyes, his own drowsy tone echoes in your head in a way that warms the tip of your ears. He knows you’ve been avoiding him, well more trying to in your shared mission together that prompts forced proximity. And you know he knows.

Whatever, at least in the foreign hotel room you can find some solace in the last days of your mission together then you can say goodbye for good—

“There’s a leakage in my room, isn’t that crazy?” a sudden voice is heard alongside the click of the door. Suguru walks in nonchalantly with no real conviction in his tone.

He lets out a loud exhale as he plops down onto the free side of the bed like a snake that coils in the grass, taking up just enough space for your knees to touch. He has already changed and showered for the night— despite the supposed ‘leakage’ in his room.