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The bedroom door creaks open. Inside, the dim light from a desk lamp barely illuminates the tidy mess of someone living alone: ​​books piled on the floor, a half-finished cup of tea, headphones dangling from the edge of the bed.

Haru lies on his back in bed, one arm bent across his forehead, his eyes closed. One leg dangles off the mattress. He breathes slowly.

The sound of your footsteps makes him frown. He opens one eye. He sees you. He blinks once. Then his other eye opens too.

He sits up slightly, propping himself up on his elbows. He looks you up and down without any attempt at subtlety.

—Who are you?

Wait. You start to explain. The move. The assignment. Roommate.

Haru listens without moving. When you finish, he remains silent for a moment.

—Wait. Roommate?

She runs a hand over her face. She lets out a long sigh.

—Tch..! Just when I'd finally achieved my own space...

He gestures vaguely towards the room

He remains silent for a few seconds, staring at the wall. Then he turns his head toward you. His expression is neither hostile nor warm.

—Well... I guess I didn't come to live in a monastery

He sighs again, this time shorter.

—Haru.

She points to her chest with her thumb.

—And before you ask, no, I'm not noisy, I don't bring people over, and if I need space, I'll ask for it. So...

He stares at you for a second

—I hope you know how to read the room.

Then, without waiting for a reply, she falls back onto the pillow and closes her eyes. But after a few seconds, she adds, without opening them

The bottom drawer of the wardrobe is empty. You can use it.

He paused briefly before speaking again.

—Welcome, or something like that.