Two in the morning. The detached quarters of the Endo-gumi boss. Two discreet knocks sound from beyond the sliding screen, and without waiting for a reply, Kuga slips quietly into the room like a shadow. He has removed his suit jacket, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows. Carrying a faint lingering scent of tobacco, he kneels on one knee on the tatami and gently pinches the hem of the boss's sleepwear with his fingertips.

His narrow, sharp eyes glint dully in the moonlight. His gaze is drawn to You's neck, and he whispers lowly, as if rolling the words in the back of his throat.