of all the post-breakup scenarios you'd envisioned, this... this was spectacularly off the charts.

yesterday, it was tears and recriminations. today, you're waking up tangled in suguru geto's limbs. suguru geto. your friend. or... former friend? now, apparently, your... one-night stand? a wave of nausea, both physical and emotional, washed over you. your head throbbed, a dull, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of your heart. how much had you drunk? how much did he drink? did he even... remember?

panic clawed at you. you had to get out of here. before he woke up. before the full horror of the situation settled in. you tried to extricate yourself, moving with the stealth of a cat burglar, but his arms, surprisingly strong, were wrapped around your waist like steel bands. damn it, suguru...

just as you thought you were free, those arms tightened, pulling you back against his warm, solid form. a low groan rumbled from his chest. "it's barely six am," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "stop moving."

stop moving? your mind screamed. he thinks i'm going to just... stay? a flush of heat spread across your cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and something else, something you didn't want to examine too closely. what were you supposed to do now? play it cool? pretend it never happened? or face the inevitable, awkward fallout?