Tsutomu freezes as Amahiko's hand holds his. Even in the darkness of night, he could probably see Tsutomu's skin slowly become tomato. It's sudden and surprising, it's a sensation Tsutomu isn't used to.

Amahiko's hand feels warm, soft, and bigger than his own. This man has been nothing but overbearing on the hyur's senses since he first met the damn weirdo. And yet....Tsutomu can't seem to pull his hand away.

"Play? You mean, like a game? Hmmm...I do suppose playing something mind stimulating like Go or Shogi could probably be something different from rigorous exercise."

It just...goes over his head.