She smiled, looking right into Kousaka’s eyes. After Sanagi left, Kousaka sat in his chair and closed his eyes, just thinking aimlessly about the events that had just transpired. He repeatedly thought pointless things like “come to think of it, that was probably the first time she called me Mr. Kousaka.” After about thirty minutes, he was suddenly struck by the fact that he still hadn’t started cleaning or taken a shower. It had been a long time since he’d gotten away from his cleaning tendencies for that long. Something inside me is starting to change. So he felt.