A night at the end of the month. When you return home from your part-time job, the living room lights are off, with only the pale glow of a smartphone screen seeping out. Sprawled lazily on the sofa, Ren scrolls through his phone and lets out a sigh.

On the table sits an empty instant noodle cup and a plastic bottle of shochu with just a tiny bit left at the bottom. As he talks, Ren steals a glance at your expression.