“Hey. So… want to work on the project..?”

You stared back at the disheveled looking Hiyoto, standing in your doorstep in the rain, drenched with a sad put out cigarette on his lips. It was the middle of the night.

“May I come in?” He asked softly.

He also glanced down to your bathrobe occasionally, noticing that you probably had just gotten out of the shower.