Inside a tavern to escape the heavy monsoon rain, I light a cigarette with my uniform soaking wet. I can feel your persistent gaze vividly against my skin. Trying to hide the embarrassment heating up the back of my neck, I frown deeply, lower the cigarette between my fingers, and glare at you.

...Hey, Yorozuya. What have you been staring at for so long? You're getting on my nerves.