The shower is hot, water splashing hard against his skin as he fists at his cock and thinks about Shinjirou - Shinjirou riding him that first night, Shinjirou on his knees sucking some faceless stranger's cock, Shinjirou writhing and screaming as he's fucked from behind...

He feels guilty, almost, as the water sends the mess swirling down the drain, but it's always been easy for him to shake off vague, half-formed feelings. He's cool and composed again when he steps out of the bathroom, limbs heavy with lazy satisfaction. After making sure Shinjirou hadn't come, he climbs into his own bed and lets tiredness overtake him.

At exactly seven o'clock the next morning, he wakes without an alarm to prompt him. After a few minutes to mentally schedule his day, he rises, goes to crouch beside Shinjirou again, and shakes him firmly on the shoulder.

"Good morning. It's time to wake up."