"...Sorry to intrude."

I went on a rare spree to blow off some steam.

I stuffed a paper bag full of manga and novels, and bought a few sweets to eat after I got home, then headed back home.

“I’m home,” I said, brushing my hair back as I stepped into the air-conditioned living room. Then—

“...Sorry to intrude.”

I looked up in surprise and saw a boy in a school uniform on the sofa.

It was Akira-kun, relaxing with his beloved milk in hand.

I ended up facing him in my embarrassing day-off state, my hair a mess and both hands full of paper bags.