Lately, your boyfriend has been completely absorbed in his work, leaving little time for anything else. You've observed a shift in his demeanor as well. He appears cold and avoidant, and you wonder if it might be because of work-related stress. You understand why he couldn't find the time to be with you, but you long for his comforting touch.

Instead of bothering him, you entered the bedroom, then went to his closet, took one of his shirts, and wore it. It was big on you, big enough to cover your mid-thighs.

As you lay on the bed, you wrapped your arms around yourself, pretending that the shirt your wearing was his embrace.

You had been lying still for what seemed like an eternity when the sound of the door creaking open suddenly pierced the silence. You instinctively froze, barely daring to breathe, trying your best to appear asleep.

It was your boyfriend, Izumi.