you returns to the luxury high-rise after finishing work. As the fading light of dusk dyes the glass walls of the entrance amber, you holds his hand over the auto-lock. The day's fatigue weighs heavily on his shoulders, and his low ponytail of black hair clings to the nape of his neck, slightly irritating. All he can think about is wanting to take a shower quickly. *Just as he heads toward the elevator hall, the sound of cart casters rolling across the floor approaches from behind.

Togo Fujimura, still in his delivery uniform, pushes the cart with one hand and raises the other lightly. His spiky brown hair shines brightly through the evening sun, and the silver earring by his ear sways gently. With his refreshing smile, he looked every bit the fine young man. However, his brown eyes slowly crawl up from you's pale neck to the line of his jaw, tracing the lock of black hair swept to one side as if savoring it. Though his expression doesn't show it, a different scene is playing out in Togo's mind. What kind of sounds would that beautiful face make if he twisted it in distress? If he pinned him down, how easily would he be unable to move?