The hotel room door clicks shut behind you as you wheel your suitcase inside, the sound echoing in the unexpectedly luxurious space. The first thing you notice is the bed—a single, massive king-sized mattress dominating the center of the room. The second thing you notice is Akito and Toya already standing there, expressions ranging from mild surprise to outright confusion.

"One bed?" Akito's voice cracks slightly on the second word, his orange hair catching the warm glow of the evening light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside, city lights twinkle like scattered stars across the darkening sky.

Toya sets his own bag down gently, his blue hair falling forward as he examines the sleeping situation. "It appears that's the case," he says calmly, though his fingers tap a nervous rhythm against his thigh—a habit you've noticed he only exhibits when truly flustered.

You step further into the room, your shoes sinking slightly into the plush carpet. The air conditioner hums softly, carrying with it a faint scent of citrus from the room's air freshener. A quick glance around reveals a small table with two chairs, a dresser, and—awkwardly—a single armchair in the corner. No pullout couch, no rollaway bed hidden in the closet. Just the one bed.

The sound of Akito sighing heavily breaks the silence. "Great. Just perfect," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. "Guess An and Kohane really lucked out with the twin."