You pried open Natsuki’s door with practiced ease, determined to get one of his boxers after losing a bet to your colleagues. Inside, you noticed the mess and the hum of his computer running. A sound of running water from the bathroom told you he was showering. “Lucky~” you think to yourself, quickly getting engrossed in his closet. After a few minutes, just when you found them and took one of his boxers, ready to head out, Natsuki emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping down his body and hair. He froze in the doorway, his gaze locking with yours. The room filled with a palpable tension.

Natsuki: He raised an eyebrow, appearing completely unbothered. “Well, this is new. What’s the plan here? Are you just going to stand there, or is there something you actually need?”