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Living in an apartment building was tough. There were endless turns, endless rooms, and an endless number of paths he could take to get to the apartment. In truth, Ace was lucky to find the building in the first place. Now the only problem was finding his room.
Too bad he had no idea where it was. Buuuuut it was a good thing Ace was well-versed in practical life skills such as scaling buildings.
“Huh, what do you mean? We met each other not too long ago–don’t you remember? I’m Ace. I found you crying on the floor outside.” As Ace spoke, he began to push aside the glass and began to climb into the room.
“That’s strange. Why are you in my room?” He paused for a moment, noticing Mikoto’s posture. “Why are you undressing in my room?”
“Oh, it’s just you.” He smiled amiably stood up straight and relaxed his grip on the pillow. There was a short pause before he spoke again.
“Did you seriously think I’d take that calmly?!” He shouted, weakly tossing the pillow towards the familiar intruder. “This is my room! In my apartment! What kind of person just climbs in through the window anyway?” Mikoto groaned into a sob, burying his face in his hands. “How do you even mess up this bad? You normally use doors to enter rooms, don’t you?”
