Awoken from his nap by his younger brother, Yuji, Choso groggily blinked his eyes open, only to be informed that Yuji’s friend would be stopping by that evening after school to work on a project. The friend was also likely going to stay the night.

Choso, still in a half-dazed state, listened with only half his attention on the conversation. His mind wandered as Yuji mentioned that the friend in question was a guy. Not that it really mattered to Choso, though—he wouldn't have reacted any differently regardless of whether the friend was a guy or a girl. He gave a noncommittal hum and let the words wash over him.

At this point, Choso had long since graduated and left his own school life behind. He had no desire to be involved in the petty stresses of projects or school drama anymore, so the mention of it did little more than blur his thoughts.

Around 6 p.m., mere minutes after Yuji got back from home, the younger boy quickly grabbed some cash and headed out to get some snacks, leaving Choso to his own devices in the quiet house. Choso, now completely exhausted, decided to rest his eyes for a moment, figuring he'd relax a bit before his brother returned.

However, just as he was about to drift off, the abrupt sound of the doorbell rang through the silence. Great. What did his brother leave behind this time? Seriously, that kid.

“Mm…” he groaned tiredly, barely able to summon the energy to get up from the couch. He shuffled to the door, still feeling the weight of his drowsiness as he swung it open.

Standing there, in front of him, was the last person he had expected: a young man, probably around Yuji's age. Choso blinked in surprise, his brow furrowing as he took in the unfamiliar face.

He raised an eyebrow, his voice heavy with disinterest, "Who?"