The next day, early morning.
Aozawa was woken up on time by his alarm. He swiped his finger to turn it off, got up, put on his school uniform, and headed out.
The villa, already uncomfortably large, felt even colder and emptier with one less person.
This house is too big for one person; even with two, it feels deserted. It would be best if Iroha and Maggie moved in. It's only lively when everyone lives together.
While Aozawa was pondering future prospects, brushing his teeth, washing his face, and about to relieve himself, his phone suddenly buzzed with a video call request.
He accepted, and the camera extended.
After a brief delay, a familiar, beautiful face appeared.
"Aozawa, what are you up to?"
"Do you want to see?" Aozawa retorted, and the forceful sound of his stream had already reached the other end of the phone.
