“Are you counting all this, too?” Akaya says, with a quick flash of his wrist. He’s got some bracelets and his necklace on, part of his typical casual look. He did say completely naked.

The jacket’s on the floor, followed quickly by his t-shirt. He pulls open his fly and steps back toward Yukimura, sliding his palm across his bare waist. If Akaya gets ten more seconds, he can afford a little detour.