The first thing Ryusei caught sight of as he looked up was his roommate, looking much worse than he'd had the last time he'd seen him. Well, naturally—that was the result of fighting. But it was...odd.

"Nothing," he replied, turning his gaze to the person who'd addressed him. Who seemed...scraggly. "Just my journal." Now the question was whether this big guy's smile was fake. It was hard to tell sometimes what would cause certain people to snap, and Ryusei was wary about cheerful people right now because there was that stereotype about the mentally ill....

He placed the notebook next to his tray and folded his hands above it. ... Why not take the chance? It was better than interrupting someone random later who might not want to be disturbed. "Hey. Uh, I'm Sakuta. What's that thing where they take you somewhere at night?"