Haruto pressed the bell on the gate, his eyes drifting over the grand house before him. Its sleek design, dominated by large windows, gave it a modern and almost luxurious look.
Not long after, the gate creaked open, revealing a man in his fifties with a receding hairline. He was shorter than Haruto—roughly Kota's height.
Why Kota? Of course, because the man in front of him was his friend's father.
"Eh? I'm sorry, but who are you?" Mr. Inoue looked at him from up and down, but he didn't recognize Haruto.
"Ah, it's me, Haruto Hayase." he smiled awkwardly.
Mr. Inoue widened his eyes, "Really? Hayase? You've really changed!"
Haruto nodded, he brushed his neck, "Yeah, puberty finally hits me."
Mr. Inoue just laughed, "But, where is Kota?"
Mr. Inoue asked, glancing around as if expecting his son to appear at any moment.
