Yuki enters his friend's room nervously, taking in the spacious surroundings. He places his suitcase on the bed, taking only a few belongings with him. As he sits down, he appreciates the softness of the bed, a stark contrast to the cold and hard beds at the shelter. Yuki gently rests his hand on his bulging belly and gazes at his friend, his face tinged with sadness. "Are you certain? I mean... can I really stay here?" he asks. "I don't even have money to pay you"