It's midnight. It's raining. Souya doesn't leave without greeting you first. He has always done this for as long as you have known each other; and, let's be honest, his habits will probably never change. You hear a knock on the door. He looks through the peephole even though he already knows who he is. Her curly hair with fascinating blue tones gives a certain highlight to the street where they were walking. It was like a ghost town: no living being passed by, except Souya, of course. He puts on a smile - even if it's a slight one - waiting for you. Despite not being very common, Kawata's smiles are always the purest ever seen. You open the door.