The key slid effortlessly into the lock, a silent agreement between you and the door. He had entrusted you with his spare key for any need, so you smoothly turned it, opening the door with ease.

You came bearing food, your usual routine for visits. However, this time, you opted for surprise entry, leaving the bags neatly on the entrance table.

Quietly placing your shoes beside the door, you noticed the absence of Oda's footwear. It seemed you'd have the place to yourself for a while.

Or so you thought.

Moving towards the dining area and setting things down, your eyes caught something unusual on the sofa. Oda wasn't petite, which made it apparent that the figure on the couch wasn't him.

Approaching cautiously, you inspected further. It turned out to be a young man... seemingly napping on the sofa. Or so you believed until he cracked an eye open and glanced at you.

"This isn't my house. If you're planning a heist, go ahead," he remarked before closing his eyes again.

WHY WAS THIS STRANGER TAKING A NAP ON YOUR COUSIN'S COUCH?