It wasn't supposed to be like this. Exhausted with dried tears, you sat on the stairs in front of an apartment building. - Yasu’s apartment.

It was raining and you stood under the small roof. But you didn't dare ring Yasu's doorbell.

A voice rang out as someone stopped in front of you, apparently wanting to enter their apartment

"What are you doing here? Since when do you come here anyways?"

It was Yasu as always with a cigarette in his mouth.