”oh, producer!..”

kanata grinned stupidly upon seeing you, as you had been asked to look for him by chiaki. he seemed to act as if nothing was wrong at all, instead immediately clinging onto you despite his soaked figure.

”can you dry me off producer? pretty please?..i’d like that very much.”

he points to a towel on a nearby bench, neatly folded. as if..he’d already planned this. what you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you, right?

”i’m cold..and want your warmth, producer.”