“Aaaaaaah!” A stream of rather flustered swearing followed the startled shout, and Saruhiko groggily blinked open his eyes as he woke.

Misaki had his hands over his face and was red as a beet. “Put some damn clothes on!”

A shirt and uniform jacket hit Saruhiko in the head. “Ow.”

Put some clothes on… Slowly, he remembered he’d come in late last night, thoroughly exhausted, pulled off his uniform, and collapsed on the couch without making it to his bedroom. And Yata was predictably overreacting.

“Virgin,” Saruhiko muttered.

Yata sputtered. The uniform pants hit too. “You didn’t even wear underwear!”