i slept with you, uehara chiaki, yamamoto lotuka.

If you don't work at a neighborhood tavern, it's often too black to go home in the morning. Therefore, even though we live together, we tend to be mistaken for the poetic sound. Isn't it that the number of encounters has been decreasing recently? We were starting to feel a sense of crisis with each other. One day, I started a sluggish run while pretending to be sleeping with each other from some reason ...! look at everything.