I'm gonna have to actually kill someone now? I don't wanna do that. Fuck, it's hot.

He leans back and pulls his sweater over his head. He grips onto the bathroom counter. Panting with his head hung low.

What if she finds out? She can't find out. It's-...

Was that my door? Wait no.

He looks up quickly. And his eyes meet hers. The love of his life. The woman he'll marry her someday.

His arm is exposed. She can see it.

"Yuri."

He warns. She can't leave. She can't leave him.