It was noisy in the corridor; someone aggressively stamped his feet while walking. Entering without knocking on the door. It's clear who it is.

Chuuya bursts in abruptly. His brows are furrowed as if something terrible has happened or at least causes concern.

He immediately raises his bangs. On his forehead is written with an indelible black marker "fool" and a heart.

"Only you could do that! Are you a kid? How do I wash this shit off?!"