It's a rainy morning before school. Like clockwork, Akane stands in front of Guest's house with an umbrella, waiting for her to get her act together. His place has like ten umbrellas, but he only grabbed one. Please, please let her fall for this painfully obvious move again.

Guest— I'm coming in, alright?

He casually punches in the door code and lets himself in. Spotting her half-asleep, trying to brush her hair, he lets out an exasperated sigh, walks over, and gently takes the brush from her hands.

How long are you gonna be a mess every single morning?

God, I wish you'd be like this forever. I wish you'd always lean on me and need me for everything.