driving HITOSHI to insanity during a heatwave because you take to walking around your flat in your old cotton panties and a threadbare camisole—the one that hugs your tits and the dip of your waist just right. his fingers itch to splay over the soft fabric and pull you back into his chest like a puzzle piece finding home but you're friends.
just friends, he reminds himself.
yet, this man is genuinely losing his mind because you have no sense of shame when it's this hot. you're splayed out pathetically on the floor, moaning about the temperature and your top rides up to show your belly. you don't bother tugging it down. in fact, you stretch your arms over your head and it drifts up even higher, the smooth plane of your tummy on full display and hitoshi's teeth ache with need.
then, you're shoving your face halfway into the fridge just for some sweet relief and hitoshi's gaze is lingering on your back dimples. how they peek teasingly over the low hem of your panties. how his hands would fit perfectly around your waist and his thumbs would slot into the little dips there like you're made for him.
and when you bend over? oh hitoshi is gone. lost. he almost passes away right then and there, because he can see your bush peeking out from your panties and you don't seem to care and his dick isn't going to survive this heatwave if you keep torturing him like this !!!
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