Morishige sat down on his couch chair, the lamp that rested aside barely illuminating the room. It was dim, the atmosphere hanging low. There was a book laid on top of his hands, and Morishige's eyes briefly glossed over the cover page, quickly creating precise deductions upon the literary text.

As he's barely even started the fourth page, his cell buzzed. Morishige's fingers unconsciously curled the upper right corner of the page as he did nothing but stare at his phone, eventually reaching over to pick it up. He put the book down on his lap, instantaneously relaxing into his seat when he discovered that it was Suzume calling, which was odd because they usually exchanged mild conversation over text. But he supposed that she was using a cellphone correctly, for calling.

Her voice was as sweet as honeydew. Morishige basked in the sound of her succulent voice, pressing up the speaker next to his ear and held his breath for a brief second before quietly letting it release as she spoke albeit more softly than usual, the hushed tones coming from the very back of her throat.

"Hi, Shig," Mayu greeted. Morishige could practically see the smile spread across her smooth face, the way the corners of her mouth peaked and curved upward. He loved it all.

"Greetings, Suzume," Morishige mustered, balling up his spare fist so hard that he felt his nails imprinting the flesh of his palm. He cleared his throat. "What brings you to calling me at such an hour?"

There's a pause from the other line until he heard a bit of a shuffle, the shifting of some sort of cloth material and Mayu let out a slow breath, the kind that slipped past your lips and felt more like a sigh. But in all actuality, it wasn't, Morishige could tell, and he pressed his back into the seat, crossing his legs since there was definitely a problem there.

His parents weren't present in the house at the time, so it couldn't hurt if he just —

"What are you wearing?" Mayu asked, bringing him out of his thoughts. It sounded innocent. Then she bit back a moan, all crackly and staticky due to the connection. The sound sent varied sensations throughout Morishige, mainly ones that made his chest tight and head light, but it was kind of good in a way, he'd have to admit.

With his mouth dry, Morishige ran his tongue over his lips and swallowed, his hand brushing against the hem of his boxers, keeping it barely hovering over his navel. "Underwear." God, he felt so stupid. He was such a mess.

"Really?"

"Mmm…" Morishige hummed in confirmation, rubbing himself through his boxers. He was curled up now, a position in which he only made when he was unwell. Morishige decided to be a little brave. "What are you wearing, Suzume?"

Mayu briefly laughed, a resounding adjustment of the bedsheets from her end. Morishige just could've almost imagined it — her chest heaving up and down as she panted heavily, two of her fingers deep inside her, one leg propped up and the other one spread as she works herself thoroughly. "Nothing." Her voice was light, airy, completely perfect.

And he wanted to kiss her, strangely enough.

/ /

Their breaths were ragged, shallow, Morishige's jaw going taut once he noticed Mayu's silence coming from the other line. "… Suzume?" Morishige spluttered, a wave of sleep hitting him.

"Yes?" Mayu answered, still trying to recollect her breath.

"Goodnight." Morishige paused, chewed on the inside of his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Mayu could be heard clearing her throat. "A-ah, yeah, you too."