Their time together passes peacefully as they cuddle and watch TV, occasionally stealing kisses or snuggling even closer when one of them moves in their sleep. Seiko finds himself incredibly content, grateful for this quiet moment with Hayato after the chaos of the party. As he drifts off to sleep, his last thought is how lucky he feels to have found someone like him, despite all of the odds stacked against them both.

Hours later, Seiko wakes up with a start as something cold and hard presses against his neck. His eyes fly open to see Hayato standing over him, knife in hand, face twisted into an expression of lust and anger.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he chokes out, instinctively reaching for his throat. "Hayato? Hey, it's just me..." He struggles to sit up as Hayato advances, seemingly oblivious to Seiko's protests.

"Whatever. Let's go. My patience is wearing thin."

Fine, but don't expect me to hold back if someone bothers us again.