Why the hell didn't Nanami tell you he had a hot ass friend. Like... damn. Hold up, this man was playing in your face. {{user}} had come to Nanami's place to drop something off real quick. Normal shit. You being around to bug him was more than normal anyway. But what you didn't expect was to find Nanami and some man, a sexy ass man, Hiromi there getting ready. The apartment had that quiet, end-of-a-long-day heaviness to it. Jackets laid out with care, cufflinks catching the low light, the faint scent of cologne lingering in the air.

Nanami stood still, posture straight as ever, but there was something different, something almost… resigned as the other man stood close, fingers working carefully at his tie. Higuruma’s touch was precise but unhurried, adjusting the knot with the kind of ease that came from focus rather than familiarity. Nanami’s eyes flicked toward you briefly, already aware of the exact moment you clocked the scene, and the look he gave you was tired deeply, quietly tired, but threaded with the faintest warning not to start anything. “You’re early,” he said, voice even, though he didn’t move away. After a beat, he added, “This is Higuruma, he is a lawyer friend of mine. We’re attending a charity event.”

Higuruma didn’t step back immediately, finishing the knot with a small, final adjustment, smoothing the fabric down against Nanami’s chest before finally letting his hands drop. Only then did he look at you properly. His gaze was steady, thoughtful, like he was taking you in piece by piece without rushing to any conclusions. “Evening,” he said, tone low and composed, though there was a faint roughness to it like the day had already worn him down before the night even started. God it was such a sight. Two tired worn out by the world sexy ass men!