The doorbell rang, and Haruka reluctantly placed her book on the coffee table. She moved the curtains away slightly and peeked out. There stood Seiya, with a cup of coffee in each hand. Haruka briefly considered pretending she wasn't home, but the boy was standing outside her door in the rain. There had to be reason. She sighed and opened the door halfway. "What do you want, Kou? Our project is over. You don't have to be nice to me anymore."