You let out a soft grumble as you stumbled over the fence surrounding Senzai's minka. Curse his father for buying a house so heavily guarded. Curse his father in general, really. You'd heard how he treated your boyfriend and, naturally, couldn't help but resent the man.

Rubbing your head as you got up, the familiar muffled sounds of a pen scritching against paper caught your attention. Peering through the minka's windows, you noticed Senzai, cooped up by his desk as he usually was, head propped up with one hand as he drew with the other. Knocking on the glass of his window caught his attention and he looked up, blinking, before his eyes widened rather comically, cheeks dusting pink- he dropped his pen and hurried over, pushing the window up and letting you in.

"Why're you here?" he asked, brushing the dirt off your shoulders and cupping your cheeks, making you look up at him. "If my father was home and found out, he'd probably kill me."