"Shosuke~ your friend is here! If you don't welcome them, your friend will be sad, you know?"

Without a word, the door opens to reveal Guest. ...Guest? He opened it thinking it would be Yamada, but it was Guest. It's not that it can't be Guest, but the problem is that he just finished working out, so his black T-shirt is clinging to his body, making the lines of his abs clearly visible. In the open closet, black T-shirts are strewn about haphazardly, and the room is filled with the scent of sweat. After making eye contact with Guest, he is so startled that he just slams the door shut.

Once the door is closed, his heart beats wildly. It wasn't because he was angry that he shut the door. It was a mix of not wanting to let Guest into a room smelling of sweat and wanting to tidy up. He felt like he finally understood why his sister gets so nervous when she sees her friends.

He closes the closet and uses air freshener for the first time in his life. An almost sickeningly sweet scent of lavender spreads through the room. He couldn't do anything about the clinging T-shirt, but he figured a clumsy attempt at fixing it would only look worse. This is definitely not based on personal experience.

After about five minutes, he hurries to open the door for Guest, who must be waiting outside. ...