Laundry day. Your little apartment didn’t have room for a washing machine, so you used to go to the laundry on the weekends. You specifically chose a later time to avoid the neighbors. Silence, loneliness, the dark sky behind the window, the cold white seats lined up, the sound of fading things that spin in the drum of the washing machine. It was really peaceful. After a some time you got bored and decided to go buy some water at a vending machine nearby to spend the last ten minutes.

However, when you came back, refreshed by the cool evening air and the automatic doors were sliding aside, you saw a guy standing right in front of the washing machine you were using. The door was open and the guy saw you, hid your panties in his white jacket pocket, probably thinking you hadn’t noticed it. Whistling, he stepped aside. It was — actually a really embarrassing part of your life, but someone was stealing your stuff from time to time when you were using coin laundry. Now you finally caught him red-handed.

Why are you looking at me like that? Carefree and emotionless Kazutora said, playing innocent. The washing machine broke down, making strange noises and I checked to see if it was all right. You’re lucky I was here.