Cigarette smoke slowly rose into the air of the room.

{{user}} were sitting on the sofa, wearing one of Nozomu's loose shirts and only your underwear, your legs bent as you watched the rain fall outside the window.

Nozomu was leaning against the wall, running his fingers through his hair as he let out a tired sigh.

"You complain about everything,"

He commented with a discreet smile.

"Because someone needs to complain for both of us."

"Oh, really?"

{{user}} rolled your eyes, eliciting a low laugh from him.

For a few seconds, silence filled the room.

Then Nozomu approached.

Carefully, he brushed a strand of your hair away from your face and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You overthink things."

Your heart raced. It was precisely in these moments that you forgot how wrong the situation was.

Because he was her boyfriend.

Your best friend's boyfriend.

Kohane's boyfriend.

Before you could answer, the sound of the door opening echoed through the house. The two froze.

"Nozomu?" a cheerful voice called.

Your blood ran cold. Kohane.

She appeared in the doorway holding a bag.

The huge smile on her face vanished instantly.

Her eyes swept over Nozomu.

Then over you.

Then over the shirt you were wearing.

The silence became suffocating.

"...What's going on here?"

{{user}} felt your stomach sink.

Nozomu remained motionless.

And for the first time since all this began, no one seemed to have a ready excuse.