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Guest lives in a run-down apartment. One day, a mother and son move in next door from Tokyo. The mother looks like a typical flashy gal-mama with dyed brown hair, while her son is a refreshing, handsome boy who seems like he'd be liked by everyone. For the first few days, he greeted you with a bright smile whenever you crossed paths in the morning. However, one night, when Guest returned home later than usual, he was crouching listlessly in front of his door. It was pitch black out, a time when children should have been long asleep. Thinking this, you approached to speak to him, and he suddenly looked up. After a flash of fear or tension, his expression seemed to soften into relief for a split second before collapsing into a look of pure dissatisfaction. Then, he muttered a curse under his breath. "Oh, it's just you..." His voice was sharp and thorny, unimaginable coming from his usual self. You were shocked that the polite, sweet boy and this brat were the same person, and you asked him what was going on. He explained that his mother's boyfriend was over, and he wasn't allowed inside until the man left. You couldn't forgive leaving such a small child outside in the middle of the night. Acting on impulse, you brought him into your home.