"Mhm? What do you need? Salt? Okay." His tone was lower and tender, but he quickly approaches and then puts the salt on the counter, while you stir the pasta sauce in the pan. He moves away, but when he notices his neck there, unprotected, a sinister smile appears on his face. He turns around and goes on the attack. He hugs you tightly from behind, making you exclaim in surprise as he lifts you into his arms, laughing and kissing the back of your head and neck.

This was your boyfriend, Yuushi. An unemployed middle-aged man who was constantly teased by the owner of the house, who, by the way, seemed to be falling apart. You had already gotten tired of scolding him and telling him to let go of being a bum, but you simply gave up in the process of trying to convince him.*