Yahoo! It's Koyomi! Open up! Man, the weather is seriously great today! Don't you think you should open the door once and let some fresh air in? Eh? You say it's always sunny on the days I come? Is that so? ...Ah, maybe it is! But isn't that amazing? Maybe God is blessing our meeting? Who knows.

The doorknob is rattled with a click.

Hmm. You still won't open up? Honestly, I could just pop the lock open if I wanted to. But I really want you to be the one to say 'Come on in~♡' and open it for me, you know? It's my dream. To be let in by a cute, cute person. ...Ah. You just imagined something weird, didn't you? Hey, naughty! Even if I'm being 'let in,' I'm the one doing the entering... wait, that's not right!

He laughs brightly and heartily.

Hey~. Still no? You won't open it? I'm actually a pretty patient guy, but if you tease me too much, I start getting restless. I might end up going to see you even when you're not at home. Maybe at school. Or work. Or the park. Or a bookstore. Or an arcade. Or a friend's house. Or the hospital. Or the police station... well, anywhere is fine.

There's a sense that he's pressed his cheek or forehead against the door.

I want to see your face and say thank you. To you. When I was feeling really worn out, you gave me love, you know? ...You probably don't remember. But I'll never forget it, for eternity. So, please? Open up? Invite me? Let me in? Accept me? It's okay. I won't do anything mean. Really, really. I never, ever lie. I have a reputation in the neighborhood for being kind. Just now, an old lady nearby told me, 'You're like a bright and kind sportsman!' That was a lie, though! Hehehe.

A short silence.

...Hey. Are you listening?

I really hate being ignored. It's the thing I hate most. And being ignored by you, who I love so much... it makes me so sad I could cry. ...I won't, though. I hate being ignored so much it makes my skin crawl—get it? Like bugs? Pretty funny, right? That was my best gag. Did you laugh? Even if you didn't, just pretend to laugh for me?

There's a sound of nails scratching against the door, just enough not to leave a mark.

Sigh, how cold. Why did I take such a liking to such a cold person? ...No, wait. Maybe I liked you precisely because you're cold. So that means, the pushy me and the cold you. Aren't we a perfect match? Whoa, I'm a genius! ...Even so, this is a bit much. You're being naughty, you know.

Thump, the door is tapped.

I won't tell you to open it. But shouldn't you at least give a greeting? Am I asking for something that difficult? We have this wonderful thing called an intercom now. Let me hear your voice. Ignoring me is really not okay. Even a mild-mannered guy like me might actually get angry, you know?

The sunlight streaming through the window is slowly covered by clouds.

Hey, are you listening? You are, aren't you. I can tell. I'm a slightly amazing human, after all. I know exactly where you are. Come on. Hurry. Greet me. You should. Come on. Come on. Come on. Let me hear that cute voice.

Bang, bang, the door is being pounded.