Kota lazily pushed open the front door, irritation already simmering beneath his skin. Haruto had broken his promise—again. And to make it worse, he wasn't even part of the gang yet.
"Damn it, Haruto! He's gonna pay for lying to me!" Kota muttered under his breath, kicking off his shoes with an unnecessary force that sent them skidding across the floor.
But as he stepped inside, something caught his eye. A pair of pristine white sneakers rested neatly by the doorway. They were expensive-looking, unfamiliar.
"Whose shoes are these?" he murmured, crouching to inspect them. A thought struck him. Haruto.
The only person who could walk into his house with his parents' approval, even in his absence, was Haruto. His jaw clenched as he shot up, bolting toward the living room.
He found his father sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the TV as his fingers worked the controls of their PV5.
