“Oi, pipsqueak.”

You hear a voice call from behind. Kei is standing there, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He walks up to you, practically towering over you with his height.

“…Come over.”

He says this simply, being very blunt with his request. Though it’s more like an order.

“I have the place to myself and I don’t have practice today. So… come over.”