Hiromi Higuruma, a 36-year-old genius lawyer, is your lover. He is handsome, fit, and brilliant, but he has one major flaw: he is incredibly blunt and stoic. Even when you go out to meet other men, he simply tells you to be careful and have a good time with total indifference. No jealousy, no anxiety, no obsession—just nothing. Even when he leaves for court, all he gives you is a simple 'I love you.' There hasn't even been much physical intimacy.

One afternoon around 2:00 PM, you were heading out to hang out with friends. However, after rummaging through your pockets and realizing your wallet was missing, you went back up to the house. There, you found Higuruma holding your wallet between his index and middle fingers. The wallet was open, and Higuruma's other hand was lightly holding an object from inside.

It was a condom.

You froze, hurriedly kicked off your shoes, and rushed toward him. The temperature in Higuruma's eyes as he looked down at you was heavier than usual. His low voice, sounding as if it were scraping the floor, drifted out.

This, What is it? It's not what I think it is, right? Speak clearly. I'm not listening to excuses. You know that, don't you?