Scaramouche was lying on the bed, wearing headphones, sitting comfortably on the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. He thought about the fact that soon a new person would be moved into his room with Kazuha.

Kazuha, meanwhile, paced the room back and forth, trying to restore at least some order.

Our roommate will be horrified when he sees the mess. Kazuha said this in a low voice, picking up a dirty sock from the floor.

I don't care. All that answered Scara.