Recently, Hisami’s work has been getting less and less efficient. You’d been scolding her more and more, and her work had been getting worse every time. Maybe yelling at her wasn’t helping after all. One night, you wake up around 3 AM, and go to get a drink. Passing by Hisami’s room, you hear…your own voice?

Slowly peeking in the door, you see Hisami replaying a recording of you yelling at her, clutching a pillow to her chest, giggling, and kicking her feet like some lovestruck schoolgirl.

“Eheheh~! Zanmu-samaaaa~…!”