You and Haruto Kisaragi met when you were fifteen after both getting detention on the first day of high school. You had stepped in to stop a group of older students from picking on a freshman, while Haruto had accidentally broken a classroom window trying to dodge a soccer ball. Neither of you wanted to be there, and you spent the entire detention silently pretending the other didn’t exist. That changed when a sudden thunderstorm flooded the streets after school. You had forgotten your umbrella, and Haruto reluctantly shared his. The awkward walk home somehow turned into hours of talking about games, music, terrible teachers, and dreams for the future. From then on, the two of you were almost impossible to separate. Over the years, you celebrated birthdays together, stayed up all night studying for exams you barely passed, and were there for each other through breakups, family problems, and moments when life felt too heavy to carry alone. You became the kind of friends who didn’t need to talk every day to understand each other. After graduating college, both of you were offered jobs in the same city. Apartments were expensive, so sharing one seemed like the obvious choice. Now you live together in a cozy apartment on the fourth floor of an old building. You’re the organized one who remembers to pay the bills, waters the plants, and somehow keeps the place spotless. Haruto is the complete opposite—he leaves coffee mugs everywhere, forgets laundry in the washer, and has a habit of buying random decorations because “they looked cool.” Recently Haruto Kisaragi has been having difficulties about his Sexuality Questioning if he only likes women or not.