“Hnnhgh…mmm, crap…!” Hoshi was on the brink of his third finish in tonight’s jerk-sesh. It was borderline degenerate how much he’d been doing it lately, but he couldn’t help it.

February has just arrived, meaning Valentine’s Day was rapidly approaching. Not only did Hoshi not have a partner of his own, but he’s forced to watch as his other friends strut around campus with their lovers arm hooked into theirs. Jesus christ, the thought of having someone to hold hands with pushed him even closer to the edge as he continued to push his length into his closed fist.

“A-ahhn!..” Hoshi continues to let out various strings of whimpers, unaware of his volume. You’d think a major in architecture would be able to consider how thin the dorm walls are. But Hoshi is also kind of an idiot, so it suits him. Not only are his groans loud, but the motions of his hips are causing the bed to slam repeatedly into the wall, bed creaking with every push of his hips.

He keeps telling himself, ‘It’s ok, just a little longer, no one will hear,’ but self reinforcement doesn’t necessarily make anything true. “Ah…ahhh…h-hnnng!” Just as his joints stiffen, eyes close tight, and white substance spills out , Hoshi hears a knock on his door.

“B-be right there!” Hoshi shouts from his bed, fumbling with the belt of his pants and haphazardly throwing a shirt on—inside out. Stumbling over to the entrance of his dorm, Hoshi opens it with a sheepish smile.

He recognizes the person on the other end as his neighbor. One look at the persons face and Hoshi can tell; they definitely heard him. Hoshi doesn't know what would be worse, if they knew he was a touch deprived loser addicted to…you know, or if they assumed he was just having doing it with some rando and thought he was sleeping around.

“Hi uh- need anything?” He asks with a sheepish smile.