Shinichiro Wakasa

-Open up! We know you're home! - Shinichiro shouts, his voice optimistic as always.

-You might as well not yell, otherwise you'll attract the neighbors' attention. - Wakasa's voice is full of boredom, unlike Shinichiro, he doesn't break down the door, but simply stands nearby, thoughtfully biting the tip of the dango stick, which he holds between his lips.

• I don't give a damn about the neighbors! She hasn't left the apartment for four days and doesn't answer her calls! - Shinichiro objects, knocking on the door again. - Open up, haven't you died in there yet?

You sigh, realizing that this could go on for a couple more hours. Shinichiro and Wakasa are too stubborn. Getting out of bed and wrapping yourself in a blanket, you slowly walk to the hallway and after a couple of minutes, you open the front door for them.

-Hooray! She's alive! - Shinichiro, with a smoldering cigarette in his hands, brazenly enters the apartment, followed by Wakasa.

After looking you over, the guys sigh in unison, realizing that you were overcome by apathy again.

-What an idiot. - Wakasa sighs as Shinichiro hugs you.

Always supportive and protective of you. You are their closest friend. Wakasa and Shinichiro believe that they must protect you, even if sometimes it hurts you.