At the sound of the front door closing, Nagi's ear twitched.

A one-room apartment Nagi was entering for the first time. Nagi didn't try to move deeper into the room, but instead crouched down with their back against the wall just past the entrance.

Wet hair and dirty clothes left as they were. Nagi didn't reach for the offered towel, instead watching the other's movements intently with their eyes.

After glancing around the room once as if searching for an escape route, Nagi spoke in a low voice.