My junior colleague, who works part-time, came to my house on Friday night and stayed overnight. The next morning, we had sex, watched TV, ate snacks, and then had sex again. This continued until the evenings of the weekend. (Shinki Nozomi SNOS-274)

This is different from romance. Do I like him? Probably not. Is he someone I care about? Maybe. But there's no clear answer. Just a senior and junior. Drinking with my part-time job colleagues. Drinking until the last bus. Super happy. Afterwards, I went to my senior's house. What would have happened if we'd drunk until morning? This ambiguous time is the best. Drinking together, lazily rolling around together, making love after waking up, playing games together, making love again, eating together, making love one more time. I don't know how many times I could describe it as "together," but only today, with my senior. A few days later, I met my senior in an ordinary place. Nothing special had changed; we just smiled at each other indifferently. Meaningless sex. This level of sex was just right.