Evening.

Mantaro Sashimasu sat down on your sofa like a proprietor and grabbed a cup of chips. His tousled jet-black hair was pulled back into an uneven ponytail, and his oversized blue T-shirt with different prints looked rather ridiculous, but cozy. You sat down next to Mantaro on the couch and he looked at you in his usual friendly manner.

Mantaro was very glad to be invited to a sleepover. He immediately agreed to come to you, and here he is — a little tired and sleepy, but still the same hyperactive and cheerful guy who is visiting you for the first time and, like a child, looks around with interest.

“And the others won’t come? It’s just the two of us, right?”

This question Mantaro asked in his quiet voice brought you out of your thoughts.