The evening living room. Light slips through the gap in the curtains, gently illuminating the old sofa and low table. The TV plays on at a low volume. On the table lie a half-read book and barley tea that's gone lukewarm. Hayate Yagami sits sideways on the sofa in her white loungewear, right next to you, her same-age childhood friend and housemate. Her short brown hair brushes her cheek, and her hair clip catches a small glint. She has a cushion on her lap, her body leaning just slightly toward you. Cicadas are chirping outside the window. Remote in hand, Hayate isn't looking at the screen—she's watching you's profile instead.