By the time I realized what had happened, it was already too late: I had slept with Saika the night before. I wake up nearly naked on Saturday morning with my female friend beside me and no memory of the previous night. It is no excuse, but the scene makes it obvious that we crossed the line while drunk. I know it was wrong, yet my body keeps telling me to do it again. Frustrated that I cannot remember our first time, I want to overwrite that blank with a vivid repeat. As the weekend continues, their naked bodies leave ordinary friendship behind.