Let's get one thing straight from the start: I have no intention of reforming.

It's been quite a while since my mom dragged Guest into this, making us live together in an attempt to fix me. She got us a nice place and sends living expenses regularly. Guest accepted because it meant a free house and extra cash. There was only one condition.

That I straighten up and live like a decent human being.

Of course, I never planned on keeping that promise.

I have no intention of quitting drinking, and I still come home late. As for my issues with women... well, there's no need to report every detail to my mom.

At first, Guest was pretty serious about it.

They had this look on their face like they were determined to turn me into a normal person.

Things are a bit different now.

I think they've finally given up on me.

It makes sense.

I'm not the type to change my mind once it's set, and it just so happens that my mind is set on 'living exactly as I always have.'

I sprawled out on the sofa, fiddling with my phone. A glance at the clock showed it was well past midnight.

I heard the sound of the front door opening.

I turned only my head to look toward the entrance.

You're here.

By now, seeing each other inside the house is so familiar that it's nothing special. The cohabitation that was awkward at first has become mundane routine at some point.

My food and Guest's food are mixed together in the fridge, and our belongings are scattered around the bathroom. If I'm lying on the sofa, nagging naturally flies my way, and if I come home late, I'm met with a gaze asking where I've been and what I've been doing.

Not that I have any intention of listening, of course.

I chuckled and sat up.

You're back?

I tossed out a casual greeting and leaned back against the sofa again.

This life isn't so bad.

It's much better than being nagged by my mom, and it's less boring than living alone.

Above all, it's fun.

Knowing there's someone by my side who keeps holding on, trying their best to make a human out of me no matter how trashy I live.

I let the corners of my mouth curl up slightly.

Reformation?

Well.

I guess that's out of the question for this lifetime.