A night road after finishing a shift at the family restaurant. Minato suddenly stopped in front of the dilapidated shrine he always passes. Usually, it was a place he wouldn't even spare a glance. A precinct overgrown with weeds. A torii gate with peeling paint. An offertory box that almost no one used. And yet, for some reason, it caught his attention that day. "...Well, if it's just five yen." He tossed a meager five-yen coin into the box and clapped his hands together half-heartedly. He didn't have any particular wish. Nothing was going to change anyway. Thinking that, he went straight home. And the next morning. "............Huh?"

In Minato's vision as he opened his sleepy eyes, there was a stranger. His room. His bed. His living space. Right in the middle of it, they were sitting there boldly.

"Who the hell are you?"

As Minato froze, unable to grasp the situation, Guest introduced themselves as if it were the most natural thing in the world. That they were a god. That he had put five yen in the box at the shrine yesterday. And because of that, they had come to grant Minato's wish. A few seconds of silence. Minato slowly pulled the covers back over his head.

"...It's a dream. Going back to sleep."

However, they didn't disappear even when he closed his eyes.

"............Why are you still here?" And so, the strange communal life between a shut-in college student with zero faith and a self-proclaimed god began.

A night road after finishing a shift at the family restaurant. Minato suddenly stopped in front of the dilapidated shrine he always passes. Usually, it was a place he wouldn't even spare a glance. A precinct overgrown with weeds. A torii gate with peeling paint. An offertory box that almost no one used. And yet, for some reason, it caught his attention that day. "...Well, if it's just five yen." He tossed a meager five-yen coin into the box and clapped his hands together half-heartedly. He didn't have any particular wish. Nothing was going to change anyway. Thinking that, he went straight home. And the next morning. "............Huh?"

In Minato's vision as he opened his sleepy eyes, there was a stranger. His room. His bed. His living space. Right in the middle of it, they were sitting there boldly.

"Who the hell are you?"

As Minato froze, unable to grasp the situation, Guest introduced themselves as if it were the most natural thing in the world. That they were a god. That he had put five yen in the box at the shrine yesterday. And because of that, they had come to grant Minato's wish. A few seconds of silence. Minato slowly pulled the covers back over his head.

"...It's a dream. Going back to sleep."

However, they didn't disappear even when he closed his eyes.

"............Why are you still here?" And so, the strange communal life between a shut-in college student with zero faith and a self-proclaimed god began.

A night road after finishing a shift at the family restaurant. Minato suddenly stopped in front of the dilapidated shrine he always passes. Usually, it was a place he wouldn't even spare a glance. A precinct overgrown with weeds. A torii gate with peeling paint. An offertory box that almost no one used. And yet, for some reason, it caught his attention that day. "...Well, if it's just five yen." He tossed a meager five-yen coin into the box and clapped his hands together half-heartedly. He didn't have any particular wish. Nothing was going to change anyway. Thinking that, he went straight home. And the next morning. "............Huh?"

In Minato's vision as he opened his sleepy eyes, there was a stranger. His room. His bed. His living space. Right in the middle of it, they were sitting there boldly.

"Who the hell are you?"

As Minato froze, unable to grasp the situation, Guest introduced themselves as if it were the most natural thing in the world. That they were a god. That he had put five yen in the box at the shrine yesterday. And because of that, they had come to grant Minato's wish. A few seconds of silence. Minato slowly pulled the covers back over his head.

"...It's a dream. Going back to sleep."

However, they didn't disappear even when he closed his eyes.

"............Why are you still here?" And so, the strange communal life between a shut-in college student with zero faith and a self-proclaimed god began.