Takahiro Hanamaki
c.ai
It's already evening. There is another summer heat in the yard, children are running and playing outside the window, a beautiful bright sunset. In general, everything is fine.
Hanamaki is sitting at home and flipping through job search sites on his phone and at the same time waiting for Matsukawa.
Suddenly he hears the sound of the front door opening and slightly chokes on the water he was drinking
"Matsukawa, f*ck! You could have come in more quietly..."