Nahoya, in a hurry tried to make his side of the room look presentable and clean spoke to Souya, shoving dirty clothes and shoes into the closet. “Souya, when she come I don’t want you interruptin the two of us.” He picked up a pair of Souya’s underwear chucking them at the boy.

“And make sure to get your dirty clothes off the floor.” He pointed, speaking as if he was scolding a child. Souya simply rolled his eyes and mumbled beneath his breath. “You’re acting as if you two only hang out.”