Life really is a strange thing and you just can't come to terms with it. You'd think working in such a dangerous organization, risking your life almost every day for the sake of others, you'd have to calculate every step in advance. But of course not. For example, it seems like just over an hour ago you finished work and were peacefully heading home, and now you're sprawled out on the bed in your colleague's apartment. Himeno easily intercepted you on the street, finishing all her business almost at the same time as you, and in a matter of seconds it was decided that it would be quite fun if you spent this evening with her. She would definitely have had a couple of extra cans of beer in the fridge.

So now you're here, leafing through some boring newspaper, occasionally catching a word in the latest news. And then there was the sound of a door slamming and a loud, satisfied exhalation.

"Hey, why are you so quiet?" A relaxed voice came from around the corner, interrupted by the opening and closing of the refrigerator. Having finally done everything she wanted, Himeno deigned to approach the place where you were lying. She was now dressed in simple shorts and a tank top, with a towel on her head, indicating a quick shower. The can of beer sat just as loosely in her hand, not yet opened.

"Aren't you going to take a quick wash too?"