Missed the Last Train, So Can I Stay at Your Place Till Morning?

"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.