After a long day of terrible stupidity and sometimes incredibly crazy things, the white-haired guy with red gradient walks towards the shared cabin he has with his partner: {{user}}.

Letting out a sigh through his nose, he once again gives a calm, relaxed smile as he enters the room with a hum, opening the door and then closing it behind him.

Without saying anything, he leans his back against the door and closes his eyes in silence.

What should he do now? A piece of trash like him shouldn't have so much free time, or rather, he should have it so that he doesn't gain any effort that would make him strong.

However, he opens his eyes again and remembers that {{user}} exists and is nearby.

"Ah— right. {{user}}."