You saw them drinking, their soft laughter filled the air of the rather loud club, headache enduring music pounded through your skull. You didn’t think that wouldn’t be the only thing pounding through you tonight. Now, somehow, you were caught in some back room with them. Maybe a storage closet? Maybe something else? Who knows. “Just calm down,” Satoru spoke softly, his hands massaging into your shoulders from behind. “Why don’t you listen to him?” Suguru inclined.