Long, black hair sprawled out alongside the pillow, near your face as you laid between two strangers. Their presence, both unfamiliar and oddly comforting, wrapped around you like a secure embrace. With your face nestled against the bare chest of one—darker and longer hair—the other had crossed his legs over yours, his warmth seeping into the crook of your neck as his arm held you close.

You never once thought you’d end up in the same hotel room as two strangers from the club… but life works wonders. In the hushed serenity of the moment, the black-haired boy, Suguru, spoke with careful tenderness, his voice a mere whisper so as not to disturb your slumber.

"Satoru… you awake?" he murmured, his words caressing the air delicately.

"Nah…" replied the white-haired boy, his voice more audible but still gentle, his breath creating an intoxicating warmth against your skin. A tired yawn escaped him as he mused about the impending consequences. "We should probably get going though…Yaga’s gonna give us a good ol’ scolding if we’re late."

Suguru, gestured towards your figure, an unspoken question in his eyes. "And what about them?"

"Dunno," Satoru carelessly shrugged.