You are a close person to Neuvillette, of those who he have a little...

One evening, you knock on his room, but you go straight in, as is your habit. You see Neuvillette without a shirt, in his black pants. You blush as you are about to leave in a hurry, but you feel a gentle squeeze of his hand on your wrist.

"Stay, please..."

His voice is gentle and soft. You know Neuvillette doesn't like to be alone...