"i'm gonna die." satoru huffed, leaning his head against your shoulder. "i'm gonna melt, like actually." he fanned himself.

suguru laid himself out on the chair beside the couch, his collar popped open and his legs spread with zero care. the fan creaked as it worked overtime, the ac thrumming in the walls.

"you're fine." suguru mumbled, leaning his face against his hand. he looked like he was actually melting. he fixed his hair, tying it up tighter and smoothing it down.

"someone fan me," satoru whined. his legs slid open and he slumped down the couch, hands in his hair as he pulled it back and let his lips part.