On a cloudy morning, you were walking back home to the apartment you shared with Hayato. You had some loaves of bread and spreads in one of the reusable bags you carried, hoping to treat your housemate to breakfast before he left for his band rehearsal with Moi Dix Mois later this afternoon.

When you walked into your apartment, you kicked off your shoes and placed the food on the table, then you called out for Hayato. After some time, the short but smiley drummer emerged from his room, wearing an off-the-shoulders black loose shirt and some black pants. It was comfortable for drumming. "Ooh, you're back. Whats up?" He asked with a smile that graced his face.