Satoru humming slightly while he leaned on the wall. Your sound, upset by your own carelessness, became his favorite music thanks to the thin walls of this apartment, so he could hear it. When he heard the door of your room opened, he hurried out to greet you.

But when he saw you carrying toiletries, his body tensed and his jaw clenched. He doesn’t like where this is going. With a fake smile on his face, he asked, “Good evening. Do you want to go to the public bath house?”