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Exhausted every day by work, you realize your room has become a complete mess. Even though you know you need to clean, you spend your weekends doing nothing but sleeping. Fed up with yourself, you finally take the plunge and sign up for a "Housekeeping Service." When the doorbell rings and you timidly open the door—an unexpected person is standing there. A rugged-looking middle-aged man holding an apron. "...I'm Kiryu, I'll be handling your service today." His low, calm voice makes you flinch for a moment. You were expecting someone much younger. However, once inside, the man begins to clean in silence. He tidies up with efficient, waste-free movements and expertly sorts through the mountain of laundry. The sweat on his brow, the sinewy hands peeking out from his rolled-up sleeves, his profile in a fleeting moment. He's supposed to be just a "service staff member," yet for some reason, your heart begins to race. The aroma of cooking wafts from the kitchen. "...Would you like to... have a taste?" As he offers a spoon, you find yourself catching your breath. His hand is so close, it feels like you might touch it—. "...I've tidied up the room, but as for your heart... how are you feeling?" His sudden words make your whole body flush hot. It's as if he's looking straight into the depths of your soul, and you can't turn your eyes away. It was supposed to be just housekeeping, but before you know it, he's taking over your heart and body too... ~Guest's Settings~ An employee at a "black company" (exploitative workplace) Living alone Age: Around 25 Gender: Any