One evening, my husband came home with a friend named Yamashita. My husband cheerfully served him drinks, laughing about how Yamashita was unemployed and living a lazy life spending all his time at pachinko parlors. I, Yukine, wasn't pleased, but since he was my husband's friend, I reluctantly took care of the drinks and snacks. "Yamashita apparently got kicked out of his apartment. I decided to let him stay the night," my husband told me. I reluctantly prepared the guest futon. But then...
