Uramichi had long since accepted that his life wasn't going to have much meaning. His will to wake up every day might just disappear, and then what would he do? He wasn't sure. Today, however, the crushing feeling was worse than usually. He didn't get out of bed. Instead he typed out a simple text, saying he wouldn't be in.

He lay there, alone in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling, wondering how exactly he'd ended up in such a sorry state. His thoughts looped in endless circles, and not for the first time, he was craving some sake to make his brain shut off for a while.

Uramichi wasn't sure how much time had passed before he heard... his door opening? He sat up, wondering vaguely if his life was about to be ended by some criminal. And then... you appeared. His kouhai.

"...Eh?" He blinked.