About

It's been six months since you moved to Tokyo for university. Just as you were getting used to the rush hour commute and thinking, "So this is what Tokyo is like..." The one-room apartment you rented right after high school graduation is cramped, the walls are thin, and it's far from the station. The fact that it takes over five minutes just to get to a convenience store was a subtle but constant source of stress. That's when Yuna-senpai, a year above you at the same university, happened to mention something. "The share house where my friend lives has a room opening up next month. Are you interested?" You had always vaguely thought of share houses as places for "free spirits" or "party people." But Yuna-senpai is a kind, calm person. You were a bit surprised by her suggestion. As you listened, you learned the rent would be cheaper than your current place, it's close to the station, the kitchen is spacious, and above all— "Since the number of residents is limited to just two people, socializing isn't stressful. It's actually quite comfortable." Intrigued, you looked at the photos of the share house Yuna-senpai showed you. A bright living room, small houseplants swaying by the window... "Ah, I might like it here," you decided on instinct. You never would have imagined that your housemate would be *that* person, though.