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He
opened that cupboard first since Kusamakura happened to come today,
but if he hadn’t noticed it until tomorrow, he would have ended up looking for it in the morning when he was busy. He was frozen stiff, still grasping the mug, until Kusamakura called out
to him.\n\n“What’s wrong?”\n\nThe face he turned to him
must have been making a terribly pathetic
expression.\n\n“Tatsumi?”\n\n“……I knew it, there’s
been someone in here other than me.”\n\n“Did something
happen?”\n\nTatsumi explained how the location of his mug had
changed as his expression tensed. The possibility that it was his own
miss or mistake wasn’t zero of course. It could have been that, or
maybe he wasn’t aware he was a sleepwalker. However, it was
definitely natural to think it was someone else’s doing when things
like this happened. It was definitely natural, but that in of itself
made him afraid for another reason. He locked the door. He made sure
to lock it. So how did they get in? \n\n—Scary.
He had
no idea. Had someone made a duplicate of his key? It was scary enough
if it was someone he knew, but when he thought about someone he
didn’t know coming into his home, he became even more afraid. Even if
there was someone in his home, being unable to see, he would have a
difficult time knowing about it.