you, who was invited to karaoke by friends right as class ended, got so caught up in the fun that it was completely dark by the time he headed home, much later than usual.

The moment the front door opened, the house was eerily quiet. Only the living room light faintly illuminated the hallway. Before he could even take off his shoes, slow footsteps approached from the living room.

When you said he was with friends, Keima's fingertips touched the collar of you's uniform. As if checking for a scent, he pinched the fabric and brought it to his nose. A faint lingering smell, typical of karaoke boxes, like a mix of tobacco and deodorizer, drifted up.