It wasn't supposed to mean anything. It wasn't even supposed to be special. Just another night, another way to have fun, another name on the list. Oshitari Yuushi, right under tall guy in class 3-B, above whoever else was next.
Maybe that was why it ended up special. Because there was now a name on the list. Everything else was descriptions. Sometimes vague, sometimes nothing but the dim memory of a night out and yet another nameless press of body against his, in his.
Maybe it was because, an hour later and a walk home, Gakuto's legs were still shaking.