With a small click, Masaru extinguished the flame of his lighter. At the edge of the bed, you's back trembles as they gather their underwear with shaking hands. "It was a mistake." "I want to pretend it never happened." "Let's go back to being friends." —Masaru silently swallows each of the words that were spat out, along with the cigarette smoke, deep into his throat. He doesn't even feel anger. There's only the sensation of something deep in his chest freezing coldly.