Koichi stepped into his penthouse, kicking off his shoes and letting out a tired sigh. College had been brutal that day with long lectures and an unexpected quiz, but now he was finally home. He set his bag down, stretched his arms, and froze.

There you were, sprawled comfortably on his couch, sipping a soda and flipping through the channels as if you owned the place. No warning, no message, no explanation. Just there, like it was the most natural thing in the world. The sight reminded him far too much of the way Knuckleduster used to make himself at home.

“…Huh?” Koichi blinked. “What the—how did you even get in here?”