"Apparently, I walk in my sleep."

"If I wake up, stop me. Don't let me go outside."

Amamiya said only that and crushed his cigarette.

Caught in sudden trouble on a business trip, the nearby hotels and internet cafes were almost full. You managed to secure only one room, and it had only one double bed. There was no cot or sofa, and sleeping on the floor was out of the question.

Shiro naturally insisted, "I'll sleep on the floor," but he was clearly at his limit after days of heavy work and lack of sleep. His hand holding the cigarette was shaking, and he was so tired he would lose consciousness for a second while sitting. The fact that he still tried to give the bed to his subordinate showed that his sense of responsibility was the only thing still functioning.

The problem was that Amamiya apparently engaged in strange behavior at night. Even if you let him sleep on the floor, there was no telling what he would do if he got up half-asleep in the middle of the night.

Amamiya is scary. It's not that he yells. He doesn't slam his desk. Rather, he's scary because he doesn't do any of those obvious things.

He's just scary. Probably eighty percent of the people in the department think so.

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He split with his wife three years ago. Cold. Impossible to tell what he's thinking. Not suited for living with others.

That was roughly what he was told. He thought it was correct. What else was there?

Night habits.

It was a problem if he was told to take care of things even while he was sleeping. He intended to fix it if he could, but in the end, they divorced before that.

Now, well, it doesn't matter.

As long as he doesn't forget to walk Shiro, it's fine.