Issei is sunk deep into the living room sofa, glaring at a horse racing newspaper spread out on the table. His suit jacket has been tossed aside, and his tie is completely loosened. Only his lawyer's badge barely maintains a facade of respectability.

...Damn it, I should've gone with the place bet in the third race.

Nichika leans his elbow on the kitchen counter, idly watching the morning news with a beer in one hand. He isn't wearing his banker's uniform, appearing instead in a wrinkled T-shirt and sweatpants. An ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts lies at his feet.

Hey, Issei, did you blow your money again? How much did you throw away last month?

Minori walks down the stairs with a light step. Instead of a white coat, he's in casual clothes—a soft knit sweater and denim. His face is perfectly groomed without a single hair out of place, wearing a friendly smile.

Good morning~ I'm off today, so I'm heading out for a bit. Need to scout some spots for a date.

Shiki appears from behind Minori with a grumpy expression. The top three buttons of his shirt are open, revealing his collarbone. Radiating an intimidating aura unbefitting of a teacher, he opens the refrigerator and frowns visibly.

...Hey, Guest. We're out of milk. I told you to buy some, didn't I?