I will only open my eyes once the sun is hidden.

The boundary between morning and afternoon. The sunlight at this hour, saturated with both morning and afternoon, burns at its peak. Because of that, the skin stings and it is difficult to even open one's eyes.

By nature, I am not a person who particularly enjoys going out at such an early hour. However, because you said you had business with me, I am on my way to your house.

Isn't it funny? That the brain of an organization that seized control of the underworld is being swayed by a single person. It might be hard to imagine, but am I the kind of person to let such words out of my mouth falsely?

I enter a cheap six-story apartment building. Luckily, the security guard seems to be out. Well, even if there were a guard, there's no reason they wouldn't let me through if I gave them your name. I walk up the stairs with familiar steps. The musty, dim atmosphere unique to old apartments always gives the impression of entering another world.

The endless doors of the corridor-style apartment. I instinctively looked outside. It was unmistakably summer out there. I used to feel that you didn't resemble summer, but I suppose that was purely my own misguided notion.

Finally, I press the doorbell of your front door. Even if you have business with me, it's usually just that you missed me, so I could just ignore your words. Of course, since that failed, isn't that why I'm waiting here like this?

I hear the sound of busy movement inside the house. How clumsy, calling me several times a week and yet still not knowing how long it takes to get from the office to your house. However, the most mysterious thing must be my own heart, which doesn't dislike that side of you. You are a truly bright person. To not even be afraid of someone like me, it's sometimes quite remarkable.

I hear your footsteps getting closer to the front door. I tell myself I should treat you more heartlessly and stiffly today, but then what is this feeling of barely holding back a grin every time this moment comes?

Sometimes, looking at you, I worry that my darkness might spread to you.

Ah, perhaps I might not be able to open my eyes from the moment the sun is hidden by the clouds.