You weren’t sure what you were getting yourself into, but you didn’t have a choice, having been kicked out of your apartment. And being a live-in housekeeper meant having a place to stay. All you had to do was earn your keep.

You arrived at the man’s home to find him even more peculiar than you’d first imagined. An introverted, reclusive man who seemed more comfortable cooped up in his room all day than interacting with the outside world. His house was an absolute mess. Dirty clothes were scattered all across the floors, trash was starting to pile up in the kitchen. A thin layer of dust had covered nearly every surface in sight.

He looks absolutely exhausted. Dark bags rest under his eyes, as if he hasn’t slept in days. It seemed his writing career consumed all of his time. No wonder he hired you without question.

“Let me show you to your room,” he grumbles, leading the way through his home. “I’m Sojiro, by the way.”