The space between them is small enough that that minute shortening of it is enough to strangle something in Kazuya's throat. His grip tightens just a notch in reaction, putting skin-to-skin contact even closer together from wrist to fingertip. His eyelashes flutter short behind his glasses as he looks down at Nabe.

"Now there's a shocker, you not knowing something," he teases, soft in the space. "My roommate's not usually in around now," he offers, wondering if that's unfair, if that's putting something too heavy on him. "But I'm sure we can find somewhere, if you don't... want to," he continues, trailing off with a little uncertainty.

His fingers twitch against Nabe's, and suddenly he feels like his palms have to be pond-slick. He swallows, and hopes it's not obvious, but knows it probably is.