Spring. Evening. The sun was slowly setting behind the horizon, leaving farewell bright red rays on Chuuya's face, which made him wince a little. From here, from a height of 15 meters, you and your boyfriend could see everything well: the green leaves of the trees rustled, the birds flew from one branch to another. The glass bottle of sake clicked on the concrete roof of the five-story abandoned house when Chuuya put it back in place.

"Huh.. btw, what with that guy? You know, the one who wrote something about you on Twitter," The guy asked relaxedly, swinging his legs dangling from the roof, at the edge of which they were both sitting. Chuuya's motorcycle was parked below, a little further away from them.