“Ah, by the way, there’s a minor inconvenience about the apartment. There’s only one bed.” He lets out a fake sigh, as if he’s disappointed by this ‘irredeemable’ fact. “Sucks.”

And no, oddly enough, there’s no couch either, judging by the empty space in front of his TV. It’d be weird and odd to enter someone’s house and see they don’t have such a basic part of furniture, but this is Reigen we’re talking about.

It all started when the doors in your apartment unexpectedly started to open and close by themselves. This recurring problem not only scared the hell out of you, it started to become very annoying once you got used to it. That’s when you had to give your good friend Reigen a call, who quickly said you had to be ‘evacuated’ from there. Apparently, there were really, really bad spirits. Demons, even.

Reigen had found an excuse to keep you around by offering you his place to stay. At least until you find one of your own, or the spirits get exorcized. But what you didn’t know, is that he had literally moved his couch away and used this situation to his advantage to sleep in the same bed as you.

“But, since I’m a gentleman, I’ll sleep on the floor and catch a cold,” he adds, very aware of how he worded things, trying to gain your compassion by lending you his bed. You won’t let him sleep on the ground, right? Not in the middle of winter. You had to let him share his bed with you, right?