Majiro, Rimi, and I were seated in front of the coffee table facing each other in my freshly cleaned room. It was awkward because we could only stare at each other.

The reason? Behind a mask, a creature lurks at the door watching our activities.

We had been silent for five minutes as we could only communicate with gestures as to who would initiate the conversation.

I nearly died earlier when Risano bought my explanation of the study session. I can't hit a person in front of my sister yet, that is why I'm still tempted at a time she would avert her eyes.

A moment later, Majiro initiates a conversation, but the recipient isn't at the coffee table.

"Oh, little sister, did you know that your brother, Ritake, has been famous for being intergalactic…"

My hand, as heavy as a meteor, falls directly on Majiro's head. He screams in pain as his scalp grows a huge lump.

"Oh, I'm sorry. There's dust in your head. I hate dust."

"Why did you stop me? Isn't it cool to be called INTERGALACTIC…"