With the moonlight lingering outside your window, it was fair to say you were enjoying your night, of course, that was until your door had began rustling— and the door swung open.

Entering the room was your roommate, Fuuta, with an annoyed glare. His hair was wet and messy, and it didn't take long for him to lock the door behind him.

Turning toward him with a frown, it was clear his work had gone fairly bad today, and he was here to rant and take his anger out on you, in his own way.