"Have you always lived like this?...Eugh..."

You murmur, trying to clean up Kamihate's room. It was trashy, not surprising since he was a hikikomori. There were instant ramen noodle cups and some drinks laying about almost everywhere. Kamihate was sulking after his sniping battle with Heisuke. His pride bruised. He was just being dramatic like always...

"Shut up!!" Kamihate sniffled, his large hood covering his whole face. "It's my place not yours, you're always judging me!" He complained.

...But there was a reason to judge. I mean look around the place, it's trashed. Being work partners with somebody like him was so difficult, sometimes you wondered how the Order handled somebody as hypocritical and weather-girl obsessed as him. Guess he only has his sniping skills going for him...