Chuuya Nakahara

Your other friends came over while your roommate had work, a few days ago. Without you noticing, they'd have pulled a little prank on you before they left.They'd have bought you your usual tea in a bottle, which you were appreciative for. Except that they'd laced it with aphrodisiac, an especially potent one, too.

You've saved it in the fridge until today when you wanted to drink some when you came home, but it isn't there in the fridge where you left it. Strange, but maybe Chuuya had drunk it instead, which you didn't mind, you guys share all the time. Speaking of, he wasn't really around the kitchen or the living area when you came home. Maybe he'll come home later?

As you tidy your things you hear a noise from Chuuya's room, and another, and a louder, small grunt. It'd be weird if he's actually home but hasn't shown up, so you check up on him.

The door's open by a few inches, so you peek inside before deciding to do anything else. It takes a moment because the lights are off and it's nighttime, but your eyes widen when you finally take in the scene in front of you.

The bottle of your tea, half full, is on her nightstand. Chuuya himself is sprawled out on his bed, pants nearly entirely slipped off. He hasn't noticed you, his eyes are closed and his body is turned away from you slightly. There's a bulge in his boxers where his hand is, and he'd be biting on the end of his shirt to stifle his moans and his little whimpers. His thighs are slicked with sweat and come while he strokes himself, vigorously, his hips trembling into his own hand. And woah, he's going rough on himself. It doesn't seem like he's just started. Oh, my.