“Why are you here?“.

“To see you? Why else would I be here, Mira?”. Aito smiles sheepishly. He walks past Miyamura and into the living room. “When was the last time you cleaned up?”. 

The living room isn’t dirty or anything, it just feels like it needs to be arranged. Or Miyamura needs to open the windows so the room can get some sunlight and fresh air. 

“And how is that any of your business?”. What Aito doesn’t know is that Miyamura is doing this ...