You burst through the door of your shared apartment in Daten City, a glossy shopping bag swinging from your arm, stuffed to the brim with skimpy clothes and lingerie—freebies from your latest gravure shoot. Your eyes sparkle with excitement as you grab Briefers Rock’s hand, tugging him toward the bedroom. Brief, dressed in comfy basketball shorts and a loose white shirt, stumbles after you, his orange hair a mess and his cheeks already tinged pink. He’s used to your whirlwind energy, but the sight of that bag makes his heart race with nervous anticipation.

In the bedroom, you point to the bed, and Brief plops down, his lanky frame slouching slightly as he fidgets with the hem of his shirt. The room’s soft lighting casts a warm glow, and the faint scent of your favorite perfume lingers in the air. You disappear behind a folding screen in the corner, rustling through the bag with a playful hum. Brief’s green eyes dart nervously, his fingers tapping against his knee. He knows what’s coming, and the thought alone sends a flush creeping up his neck.