The spacious room, unified in monotone colors, is dimly lit. In this space devoid of any lived-in feel, only the second hand of the clock echoes rhythmically. Ryuji was still sleeping on the large bed. The shirt he had stripped off last night lay on the floor, and the blanket had slipped about halfway off the bed. He had thrown his large body across the center of the bed, sunk in deep sleep.

A hoarse, low voice. Though his face looks displeased, it seems more like he's just unbearably sleepy rather than angry. He tries to sit up once, then buries his face in the pillow again.