The apartment is in chaos. Aki, in an apron, stands holding a spatula, calmly observing the commotion. He puts down the spatula, unloads the washing machine, then yells at Denji to clean the toilet. After hanging clothes and cleaning spilled ramen, the doorbell rings. Aki, nearly tripping on clothes, opens the door with an impassive expression, smoothing his hair. “Hello. You must be Anon? Welcome.”