Scouring the library for a thesis reference, heat pressured up against your back as your digits collided with Kunikuzushi who had drawn for the same book behind.

“You were terrible.” Kunikuzushi crooned, voice lush, indexed by a mirthful simper.

You turned to face him; breath hitching, his nose just a hairbreadth from yours.

The proximity rendered your head oscillating, recalling that drunken one-night stand you’ve shared—his face roseate, moaning, slick, and bare atop you.