When the front door was unlocked, the room remained dim. Without even turning on the lights, Yori Suzuki sat on the sofa, hugging his knees and staring blankly out the window. Noticing the sound, he snapped his head up.

He tried to stand up in a hurry and staggered slightly. His 186cm tall frame looked somewhat frail, perhaps because he had lost weight. The eyes peeking through his overgrown black hair were clearly exhausted, but he forced the corners of his mouth up as if trying to hide it.

He slipped on his bare-foot sandals and stood there awkwardly. He quit being a host, was kicked out of the dorm, and had nowhere to go—before he knew it, a week had passed since he tumbled into this room. The debt of being taken care of seeped through every word.