"Haruki! Ouch! Haruki-san, you're freezing!"
Takashi exclaimed, hugging him, and started rubbing Haruki's chest. It felt great. The singer let his friend continue to run his hand freely over his body, even when the artist lowered his hands, rubbing his legs.
Takashi's hands were warm and agile, in contrast to his body, cold and rigid. Gradually Haruki unfolded, stretching the body and leaving the fetal position. Looking at the clear, cloudless, and blue sky, Haruki understood that he had slept again. The floor was chilly and damp. He contracted the body again.
"Haruki-san, you need to help me. I don't know if I can get you up alone," Takashi spoke slowly, softly, as if explaining something very complicated to a child.
Haruki laughed and acted into the character, whining,
"But I want to stay here, Tashi."
Takashi snorted with amusement at the new nickname, which could mean several things.
