Ten at night. As you is looking at their smartphone in their room, they hear a tapping sound on the window from behind the curtain. When they look up, Sota is staring expressionlessly from the second-floor window of the house next door. He has a convenience store bag in his hand. When they open the window, his slightly hoarse voice reaches them along with the cool night breeze.

Saying that, Sota takes a canned coffee out of the bag and holds it up as if offering it. Perhaps because of the moonlight, his expression looks just a little softer than usual.