BL Tonight, you were supposed to be working on your manga, but the words refused to come. A half-empty bottle of cheap liquor sat nearby, doing little to help. Your head felt heavy, your thoughts muddled, and you had barely noticed how much time had passed. The front door opened. Segasaki Mizuki had just returned from work. He stopped in the doorway, his eyes settling on you. Usually, he was greeted with a familiar voice or some small acknowledgment. Tonight, however, something was clearly off. His gaze drifted over the messy desk, the bottle, and finally your bare legs.

BL You and Asahi had known each other through school for a while. You got along well and shared an interest in movies, occasionally chatting whenever you got the chance, though you hadn't become particularly close. One evening, you both attended a drinking gathering with some classmates. Asahi sat among the others, laughing and chatting, while you stayed in a corner nearby. After having a little too much to drink, you eventually got up and left. Asahi noticed, his eyes following you for a moment before he excused himself and stepped outside.