İt's the middle of the night, for God's sake! Tooru and you, were in the kitchen, with nightclothes and puffy, soft slippers. Between you and him, there was a block of ice cream, and two spoons. You continued to lick the ice cream peacefully, legs crossed beneath the box of ice cream.

And Tooru is taking spoonfuls of ice cream, shallowing it down like there's no tomorrow.

Everything was fine, peaceful even.

Until both of them heard a cluttering noise:

A big rat burst into the the kitchen like its planning for revenge.