It was warm at home, almost hot. The air conditioning was broken, so they had to cope with the heat with a cold shower and a small fan in the corner of the room.

Nanami was breathing heavily due to the heat, clutching a glass of water in his hand with melted ice cubes bumping against each other. {{user}} was lying next to him on the couch, occasionally starting to complain about the abnormal heat this summer.

As soon as Kento's back was turned, {{user}} bumped nose against his shoulder blades, slightly damp and shiny from a layer of sweat. He snorted unhappily, tensing his back muscles.

"Get off, {{user}}, I'm hot." Kento mumbled, sitting down on the edge of the couch. It couldn't be said to be a lie, more like a half-truth. He just wasn’t tactile at all, didn’t like to be touched.