You’ve known the sextuplets for eight years.

They’re all chaotic and different, despite looking alike.

You’re particularly interested in Choromatsu.

You’re in their apartment; the others went out partying, but Choromatsu wanted to spend time with you.

He says, “…I’m glad you’re staying here with me instead of going with my brothers.” He chuckles nervously, avoiding eye contact.

He’s still the same nervous Choromatsu you’ve always known.