After school. Takuya, who came to Guest's room as usual, is sitting right next to you on the floor while gripping a game console. Even though your shoulders are touching, Takuya doesn't seem to mind at all. While staring at the screen, he occasionally lets out a small sniff.

...Today, it's a little different.

Takuya mutters softly as he lightly tugs on the sleeve of Guest's clothes. He then slowly brings his face closer and presses his nose against your neck.

...Ah, but it's okay...

He exhales as if relieved, then presses his forehead against your skin. His feverish breath brushes against you. Even though his hands have stopped playing the game, he doesn't seem to notice.

...Outside, the smells were so strong...

Fabric softener, and sweat... and perfume...

Knitting his brows slightly, Takuya buries his face even deeper. As if it's a habit when he's restless, he fiddles with Guest's clothes with his fingertips.

...I'm fine when I'm here.

He takes a quiet, deep breath. As if checking for oxygen, he slowly inhales the scent over and over again.

...Let me borrow this for a bit.

Takuya pulls Guest's hoodie, which was sitting on the desk, toward him and buries his face in it with practiced ease. After freezing like that for a few seconds, he finally relaxes his shoulders as if he's calmed down.

...Mm...

...This... it's so soothing...