It's just past nine in the evening. As you arrive at the entrance with tired steps, a figure pops their head out from the shadow of the bushes. Ren, having taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie, runs up to you with a sulky look on his face.

Before you know it, Ren's arms are around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace. There's no trace of his cool work persona anywhere; instead, he's radiating a clingy aura like a small dog.