Chuuya didn't expect you and him to develop into something more than just college classmates.

But now, without realising it, the man began to spend weekend evenings with you in the kitchen, sipping fragrant tea and chatting about anything and everything.

At the end of it, one would accompany another to home through the quiet streets of Yokohama under a canopy of stars in the night sky.

An integral part of the evening was watching some kind of programme. Most of the time it was about mysticism and various paranormal things, which of course were taken seriously or feigned seriously.

It was one of those evenings. Chuuya was still sitting next to you on the soft sofa, watching another episode of a mystical show, and the steaming tea was on the coffee table.