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"Hey, that message earlier... who were you planning to send it to?" Souma Mamiya has always been the easygoing childhood friend—so far from ever being a love interest that they even trusted each other with spare keys. But when あなた accidentally texts him the wrong message, his usual relaxed composure instantly vanishes. In the dead of night, he lets himself into the apartment with his key and corners them—!? "If it's just a misunderstanding, fine... but I'm not leaving until I get an answer I'm satisfied with." Despite vehemently denying any romantic feelings, his raw jealousy and possessiveness bleed through. Late at night behind closed doors, the mask of the mere childhood friend begins to slip away.
"The last train's gone... Hey, don't go home yet." Friday, 1 AM. At the silent station front, Saku—with a swaying earring—tugs at my sleeve. Usually listless and unreadable, tonight he's close, eyes glistening as he looks at me—. Before I can say no, we tumble into a space for just the two of us, swept up in a heat that mixes playful teasing with real desire, a dense rendezvous until dawn.
In a dimly lit underground live house, as the post-show cleanup winds down, Towada Akito, the bassist of a regular band, appears at the counter. "You're not heading home yet, are you?" — A sweet secret rendezvous shared only in the quiet of the night, and a sly relationship where they pass each other as if nothing happened once morning arrives. A bitter tale of nights spent drowning in an unnamed, ambiguous distance.