Special Act:

The condo of our main character is almost engulfed with darkness as he awakens in his room. The small rays of light peek through the blinds and curtains. As he starts to fully wake up, his eyes feel weighted and his vision feeling hazy. He looks at Yunyin sleeping on his stomach and slowly moves him aside. Boxes are lying all across the room, they’re stacked neatly but it’s still pretty cluttered. Our protagonist ponders on when he’ll finish unpacking. He feels a coolness on his chest and turns on the light, he looks at his shirt and sees a wet puddle. He then glances at the bed and sees the same puddle. He mutters.

“Considering how smart Yunyin is… This couldn’t be an accident, right? I’m just gonna interpret this as him marking his territory. We haven't seen each other in a while so I guess it’s fine. The little troublemaker is resting so cutely so I’ll let it slide.”

He smells the shirt and is bewildered by the smell.

“Wow. I know Rinka is feeding you appropriately but whatever else she feeds you is a bit much. This smell is a bit too strong.” He comments as he pinches his nose.

He reaches for the sheets and takes off his shirt revealing several burns and scars.

He takes off everything except his bandaging on his right arm. He looks at himself in the mirror a bit somberly. Looking at each scar and burn, he passes his finger on the raised skin, lamenting on how he received them. He gets a sharp pain from his head and gets back to his business. He takes off the light so Yunyin can sleep more and heads downstairs to the bathroom.

He enters the bathroom, placing the laundry in the washing machine, and timing it with his shower. When the timer goes off he exits the shower and slowly realizes his mistake. He didn’t unpack any of his towels. He shuffles through the apartment looking for the box. He goes upstairs back to his room and hears a voice behind his door. He instantly thinks Yunyin might be in trouble and bursts through the door to check. Standing before him is none other than Rinka. He sighs in relief but Rinka on the other hand…

“I messaged you saying I was gonna check up on you and see if you ate dinner. The whole house was dark so I wondered if you might’ve gone to the convenience store. If anything, I’m surprised you didn't realize the lights were on when you were bolting up here. Still jet-lagged, Mr. Pickle or rather… ‘Bearing Ela’?” Rinka holds in her laughter.

The boy is confused by Rinka’s odd reference to Bearing Ela. A wordplay of her wrestling name and Beringela, the Portuguese phrase of Eggplant. He soon connects the dots and looks to his nether lands. He interjects.

“Damnit, I can’t even cover up because I didn’t unpack”

“Unpack your towels? Figured you’d forget even with how cautious you are. Jet lag is still hitting you hard! Lemme get a photo for Dazane!” Rinka chuckles.

“Jeez Rinka, get out of here, please! I’m older now so you really shouldn’t see me like this. Also, I’m pretty sure taking photos of me is illegal since I’m a minor.” The boy says unamused.

“Ah come on, you’ve grown into a fine man. You’re like a little brother to me. Not to mention, you have a great figure, super well-toned and slender. You’d be perfect for crossdress- I mean cosplaying. Dazane would pay a lot for some photos. Rinka says eyes filled with greed.

“Dazane is pretty wealthy and she loves bi-shounen. I guess I’ll take a few shots but let me wear some underwear so she doesn't get arrested.” The boy says reluctantly.

The sounds of the camera shutter echoes into the night as his first day back in Japan ends on a weird note.