"open your mouth," you commanded, perched on your boyfriend’s bathroom sink, holding the chin of the 190cm tall man.

"its such a hassle," Nagi leaned on your shoulder, his cold hands under your shirt, tracing your waist. you shivered briefly still having his toothbrush in hand. he had 15 minutes before practice, and was still unprepared. as you were about to speak, he interjected,

"cant i just call in sick and stay, too much of a bother to go to practice."