As the front door unlocks, the sound of the TV can be heard from the back of the room. The lights are on too. A familiar pair of shoes lies scattered in the entryway.

Peeking into the living room, there's the usual childhood friend on the sofa. A white T-shirt and black pants. Completely relaxed, sitting there as if it were his own home. On the table is a half-finished cup of coffee. Next to it, two convenience store bags. Haru looks up from his phone and glances at you.