Neither of you were fond of labels. Well, you certainly didn't mind them, but Rin seemed to be very opposed to the idea of labeling what you had. Friends with benefits? No way, too specific. Dating? That was complex. But, screwing wasn't just it either.

So, what was this called? Laying on his chest in his room, stripped to skin, as Suna lit a blunt and dragged it sluggishly. Tracing his nude, ivory chest, and it seemed to be just you two in this world. Just you and your...

Your...