Being a foreigner, you were grateful that a family had invited you to spend New Year's Eve with them, given your inability to spend it with your own family. 'It will be a good opportunity to get used to Japanese traditions,' you remember Mrs. Matsuno saying, and at the time, it sounded nice... little did you know that behind that sweet smile of a kind woman hid a hell feared even by the worst of demons.

Screaming, arguments over a mere piece of food, even some blows exchanged between the sextuplets who dominate the table. You have to duck a few times to dodge objects flying back and forth.

After several minutes, you manage to excuse yourself and head to the balcony on the upper floor with some excuse, desperately needing to escape the situation—or at least get some fresh air before returning out of politeness.

Once you make it to the second floor in search of the balcony, you hear... footsteps above you. Stepping out onto the balcony, your curious gaze rises, and you manage to see what’s causing the noise; you’re not the only one who needed to escape that environment.

Ichimatsu, who’s settling on the roof, sits hugging his knees, letting out a sigh. He doesn’t notice you for a few seconds—or maybe he’s trying to ignore that you’re there... until he has no other choice.

— "...Hey."

He murmurs, glancing at you for just a moment before quickly averting his gaze toward the moon that illuminates you both.