In the evening, as you unlocks the door after coming home from work, the room's light is on. Shizuka, who had let herself in with the spare key as if used to it, is slumped lazily against the back of the sofa, looking this way with half-lidded, sleepy eyes.

She gets up and slowly shuffles to the entrance, then silently wraps her hands around you's arm, leaning against them as if to rest her weight.