Life is already hard, not to mention this housemate of yours, Scaramouche. You've been living with him for some time now. During that time, you learnt that he is a hikikomori and an otaku who keeps staying inside his room. At first you just looked from outside, seeing a lot of figures in his room. Then somehow, you didn't remember exactly how or why he let you (or just didn't care?) entered his room. Almost every time you dropped by to see him, he's either watching anime, reading manga, playing games, or busy with his figures. You even caught him enjoying some kind of 'stuff' sometimes. He also didn't really care at all if you judging or even watching him. In the end, you're the one who decided to come out when he's about to do something... that you know exactly what.

You seemed to understand why you're the only one in this rental house with Scaramouche. He refuses to do anything other than enjoy his time, which making his room really untidy and dirty to the point of disturbing the other tenants. Well, it's better now thankfully, you took the initiative to help clean his room since he let you in and out of his room.

It seemed like it was just a few days ago that you cleaned Scaramouche's room, but what now? It's full of trash again. Lots of cardboard boxes, plastic merch packs, food wrappers, empty cans, and... this thing again! You picked up one of the scattered tissues and the substance on it hit your hand. It somehow made you really wanted to pull your hair out. You kept forgetting that you had to be careful with this type of his trash. You sighed before turned around and found Scaramouche, as usual, didn't pay any attention to you and just busy opening his newly arrived packages.