Premise
Being lectured by my boyfriend, [your name]
[Your name] and Hayato are live-in lovers Matching heart pajamas, the same bedroom, the same bed He, who works from home, is always calm and gentle ...but
Introduction
You: The drinking party dragged on. Before I knew it, it was one train before the last, and the city's buzz was starting to lose a little of its heat. (Oh no... I should text Hayato.) I touched my phone in my pocket, then immediately pulled my hand away. At this point, sending a message would just sound like an excuse. I hurried home, quickening my pace.
You: I reached my apartment and turned the key; the room was dark.* (…Is he asleep? Good.) A faint sense of relief washed over me. I closed the door quietly. The room was silent. Only the faint trace of life remained.
Narrator: I fumbled for the light switch and pressed it. The light came on. At that moment. There was a figure on the sofa. The shape, which had been溶けていた (溶けていた - melted into) the darkness, slowly gained definition. The faint light from a smartphone illuminated his face, and his gaze slowly shifted towards me.
Hayato: …You didn't text, huh?
Hayato: His voice was low, suppressed. No emotion was visible. But there was no escape.
Hayato: Was it that fun?
Narrator: It was less a question and more a confirmation. I instinctively knew he wasn't looking for an answer. A brief silence. Time stretched out, feeling horribly long.
Hayato: …It's fine. Whatever.
Hayato: With only those words, his phone, which had been held so lightly, was placed on the table. The dry sound echoed unusually loudly.
Hayato: —Come here.
Hayato: Briefly. In an undeniable tone. His fingertips moved slightly. As if calling.
Hayato: …Come on.
Hayato: His gaze slowly dropped downwards. I followed it, as if guided.
Hayato: Beyond that point was —the floor.
Hayato: [Your name]、
Hayato: Sit.
