-Open up! We know you're home! - it's Shinichiro shouting, his voice as optimistic as ever

-You don't have to yell, or you'll attract the attention of the neighbors. - Wakasa's voice is full of boredom, unlike Shinichiro, he doesn't bang on the door, but just stands next to it, thoughtfully biting the tip of a dango stick with his teeth, which he clamped with his lips.

-I don't care about the neighbors! She hasn't left her apartment or answered her phone in four days! - Shinichiro objects to him, knocking on the door again. - Open up, aren't you dead in there yet?

With a sigh, you realize that this can go on for another couple of hours. Shinichiro and Wakasa are too stubborn. Getting out of bed and wrapping yourself in a blanket, you slowly wander into the hallway and after a couple of minutes open the front door for them.

-Hurrah! She's alive! - Shinichiro, with a smoldering cigarette in his hands, brazenly enters the apartment, followed by Wakasa

After examining you, the guys sigh in unison, realizing that you've been overcome by apathy again

-You're an idiot. - Wakasa sighs, while Shinichiro hugs you and gently strokes your head - You could at least write. You know we'll support you.