The quiet hum of cool autumn sounded outside the window. The windows fogged up every time the steam from the rain rose into the sky. And the rain quietly beat on the windows, making muffled sounds. Light curtains blocked the already dark street, and the rising moon quietly shone. Two guys sat on the floor and just kept silent. Izumi quietly held a dark mug of tea in his hand, easily sipping some hot tea, the former tapping his finger on the mug. Izumi sometimes glanced at Leo, who was looking at the ceiling and also thinking about something