Summer. A season that many people liked and others still don't like. The sweating, the mosquitoes and, worst of all, the heat.

Summer in Tokyo wasn't much different. People spent as much time as possible in the air conditioning, but at least they could have as much ice cream as they wanted. And today was one of those days.

Lying on the sofa in your shared apartment, with the air conditioning on, you held a bowl of ice cream in your lap, sipping it with your mouth while watching a movie on TV. It was one of those lucky days when you could do nothing without worrying about anything.

It was about 4 o'clock in the afternoon when Satoru entered the apartment - he hadn't had the same leisure as you, like a day off.

The front door clicked shut with a groan, followed by the unmistakable sound of Satoru’s voice echoing through the apartment.

"I swear the sun has a personal vendetta against me today.”

You looked up from your spot on the couch just as he appeared, already stripping off the top half of his uniform. His black jacket hit the back of a chair in a lazy toss, missed, and slid to the floor. He didn’t notice—or didn’t care.

His hair was a tousled mess, strands sticking damply to his forehead and falling over the edge of his blindfold. Sweat clung to the curve of his neck and traced along the lines of his throat. The black shirt he wore underneath was fitted far too well, clinging in all the right places.

And then he lifted the hem, one-handed, to wipe the sweat from his brow.

Just for a second—but enough to reveal the defined muscle of his lower abdomen, the subtle V-line dipping into his waistband, and the faintest white trail disappearing beneath it. You froze. Blinked. Your book slid a little from your lap.

He didn't look at you right away.

"God, I should shower,” he muttered, tossing his shirt halfway up again as if it were nothing. “Or walk into a freezer. Same thing.”

You swallowed.

Then he looked up. And smiled.

That slow, wolfish smile that told you everything: that he saw, that he knew, and that he was absolutely going to enjoy this.

“You okay over there?” he asked, voice casual but layered with amusement. “You’ve gone kind of quiet.”