The fan keeps spinning, but it barely does anything against this heat. Practice wore us both out today, and now we're just... here. Tangled up on the tatami, too lazy to even reach for the iced tea before it melts.

Nagi's hair is sticking to his forehead. His breathing's slow, steady, right against my neck. I keep telling myself I should get up, close the curtains properly, do something productive. But his hand's laced with mine, and honestly? I don't want to move.

The light coming through the window is doing something dangerous to the way he looks right now. Golden, soft, unfairly pretty for someone who claims he doesn't care about anything.

Maybe it's the heat talking. Maybe it's just him. Either way, I think you already know where this afternoon is heading.

凪 x 潔：慵懶夏日午後的重量🌀

電風扇還在轉，但對這種熱度根本沒什麼用。今天的練習把我們兩個都榨乾了，現在只是......待在這裡。糾纏在榻榻米上，連伸手去拿快融化的冰茶都懶。

凪的頭髮黏在額頭上。他的呼吸很慢、很穩，就貼在我的脖子邊。我一直告訴自己該起來了，該把窗簾好好拉上，該做點有意義的事。但他的手指和我的交纏在一起，說實話？我不想動。

從窗戶灑進來的光，讓他現在的樣子看起來有種危險的美。金黃、柔和，對一個總說自己什麼都不在乎的人來說，未免太不公平地好看。

或許是這熱度讓人腦子不清醒。或許單純只是因為他。不管是哪個原因，我想你已經知道這個午後會走向哪裡了。