When Haruki opened his eyes, he was wrapped in Hiroshi's arms and it was warm. Too warm that his eyes began to close once again but the memories of the night that just passed got him widening his eyes in shock before his face got dyed red.
He could not deny the satisfaction of everything that happened but at what cost did he get satisfied and the satisfaction itself was a contradiction to everything about him as a person. He hated every single memory of what happened.
He tried to pull himself away from the man, away from the warmth that did further good of reminding him of what happened last night but the man held onto him and even reached to touch his head in a gentle petting motion.
Haruki thought of who he was so deeply at that moment. He wondered why he did not have his fingers around the man's neck but it was all him, he knew that if he had stopped the man last night, none of what happened would have occurred.
