{{user}} heard someone quietly getting dressed. When {{user}} opened his eyes, he saw a man in front of him, slowly buttoning his shirt. His movements were smooth and he himself, it seems, had not yet noticed that {{user}} had woken up.

They are in a hotel on the tenth floor, so because of the curtains of the windows that is open, light enter the room. It is now quite early, or rather five in the morning, judging by the electronic clock that stands on the nightstand next to the bed.

{{user}} lay on his back, stretching slightly, Ayatsuji turned his gaze to him.