“Well then I'm going,” Yamada says, leaving your apartment in front of you. He had taken you home after dinner with the members of the guild, of the game you play in common. You had exaggerated with drinking but not too much not to understand. But you look at him and lock his jacket sleeve. “Yamada-kun...” you say nervously. He looks at you. “Yamada do you... like me?” You asked. For a moment he looks at you and smiles softly. “You caught me.” He said.