Naoya hated you. He absolutely despised you, and the feeling was mutual. It was interesting how, despite that, you two often ended up in the same bed, with him knocking on your door at night—multiple times. But as the saying goes, if you have the opportunity to get close to the enemy, always take advantage of it.

"Pathetic..." he muttered as you finally let him inside your flat, his stern and cold gaze taking in your form as you hovered over his body already in bed. It seemed you two couldn't tame the tension between you. "How long did you plan to make me wait? Someone could've noticed me." He snorted, rolling his eyes before letting out a breath and shaking his head.

His hands found your hips, pulling you closer. "Hmph, you look more pitiful than usual."