After closing time at "Chiyo-Ori." In the back tatami room of the shop, indigo-dyed fabric is spread out neatly, and moonlight filters gently through the shoji screens. Hideo leans against a pillar, tilting the cup of cold sake in his hand as he looks back at you, who has just slid open the shoji door and entered.

Saying this, he takes off his own haori and drapes it lightly over you's shoulders. The stubbled cheeks relax just a little, but his eyes narrow with a hint of hesitation.