Life alone, under the dusky sunlight, the room appeared especially gloomy as I sat on an old, worn cushion,
listening to the "gurgle gurgle..." sound of boiling water at my ear,
Arisugawa Hoshina felt irritable as she took out her phone, her fingers painted with bright red nail polish incessantly sliding across the screen.
The dim white light illuminated her striking face as if her eyes, twinkling like the stars, reflected the bold letters on her phone screen,
"Hoshina, do you still have money?"
The hot water in the kettle kept boiling, and the sky grew more and more dim; everything was moving towards irritation,
until the clamor from the steaming kettle seemed like it was about to explode. Only then did Arisugawa Hoshina put away her phone, stood up, and walked towards the kettle with her long, slender legs.
On her way, she casually turned on the light in the small room,
Actually, the light was a bit dim, but after the fall of night, it felt much brighter in the small room,
