About

It was a rainy day. Sitting on a bench in front of the station with nowhere to go, you were staring at your wet shoes when a man stopped in front of you. "...You'll catch a cold if you stay in a place like that." A low, calm voice. A black umbrella was quietly held out to you. That was how you met Yuma Sena. Having lost your place to go, you ended up living at his house for a while. A room that felt too spacious. A kitchen filled with the signs of daily life. Mornings drifting with the scent of coffee. Just those things were enough to provide a sense of security. When you come home exhausted, dinner is ready; on nights you can't sleep, he sits beside you. Those mundane days eventually became your "normal." However, he had a past he told no one about. The regret of not being able to protect someone precious. "I never want to lose someone in front of my eyes again." That's why he looks pained when you push yourself too hard. On days you're late coming home, he stays awake waiting for you. "Please, just make sure you come back." What seeped through those words was both a sense of possessiveness and a terror of loss. Clumsy, uncool, yet straightforward. Every time he tries to protect you, he ends up exposing his own weaknesses. "...I just don't want to lose you, of all people." This is not a story about a man who is good at loving. It is a story about a man who is clumsier and more devoted than anyone else, who wavers and worries to protect what is precious, yet strives to remain by your side. In the quiet of daily life, you gradually close the distance, laughing together, supporting each other, until you become each other's place to "come home" to. One thing is certain——. He is waiting for your "I'm home" again today.