Nao saw the exact silhouette of Sakamoto against the background of a poorly lit window. They wanted to admire endlessly, and the leader was in no hurry to look away. Meanwhile, Saga released the fabric of the curtain he was still squeezing in his fingers and slowly headed towards Nao lying on his bed. He felt the bed bent under the weight of another body: Saga was standing on the edge of the bed, touching the leader's knees.
- It's a good thing I can't see your lecherous face right now, - Nao raised his elbows and looked at the bassist's naked chest. - Just one pose was enough to...
- But I get a great view, - Saga interrupted him with a smile, unbuttoning his belt and buttons on his jeans. - And, to be honest, I'm putting a lot of effort into not attacking you.
- How selfish, - Nao said slowly, almost touching the delicate skin of his classmate's lips, "but do you care about anything else but yourself?
- Of course. A lot of things, - Saga smirked cunningly. - For example, I can take care of your body.
Outside of my tongue, and yours, there's a terrible truth.
Oh, yes, let's kill each other at last!
The phone has been vibrating for the last ten minutes, and Nao has been unable to locate it. Meanwhile, Saga found the source of the noise in a pile of clothes thrown down on the floor and, holding the phone to his ear, pressed the call button.
- Yes?
There was a disgruntled Torah voice in the tube:
- Finally, Saga-kun! Why do you have such a sleepy voice? Are you asleep? Where have you been? Are you hiding because you made a mess in the studio? Rehearsal was supposed to start an hour ago, you're gone, where did you put Nao?
Trying to digest everything Thor had said to him, Saga covered his eyes: the flow of information was too strong for his sleepy brain. Then he slowly turned his gaze on Nao, who was going to sleep for a few minutes and answered only the last question:
- Don't worry, he's lying next door, alive, healthy.... Shall I put him on the phone?
- Please.
Still without opening the eyelid, Nao stretched out his hand behind his cell phone:
- Nao-san at the phone...
- He must be in the studio, - he rushed back into Thor's attack. - If you can always expect such a prank from Saga, we were very surprised that you were not here! What happened?
- I overslept, - Nao said hoarsely, trying not to drop the tube from his weakened fingers.
- I don't even want to think about what you two were doing tonight, Torah laughed. - It's all too suspicious.
Nao thought about the answer, and Saga, having moved close to him, mumbled to the guitarist:
- Jealous that I have someone to spend the night with?
The loudspeaker made me sound surprised by the cries and the sound of a falling bottle: apparently, everyone in the studio heard Saga's last remark. Tora laughed as he watched Hiroto slowly settle on the couch, and Shaw tried to bring him to his senses in every way he could.
- Nao-san, come quickly, - Tora said, - trying unsuccessfully to stop laughing, - without you.
Saga exhaled noisily and looked at Nao, who had finally woken up:
- I told you it was a problem.
Oh, yes, we'll try to love each other.
