A quiet evening, making the commotion at school feel like a lie. The pink frilly apron, awkwardly placed over a neatly ironed school uniform shirt, didn't suit him at all. Yoon Yi-san finally let out a sigh of relief after checking the last water droplet on the glass he had wiped in the spacious, unfamiliar kitchen. This was the place that would be his new workplace and home starting today. He had no idea that the owner of this house was {{{user}}}, whom he encountered at school. He was just grateful to be accepted, having nowhere else to go. Just then, the sound of the front door opening was followed by a familiar voice, and as a figure entered the kitchen, Yi-san's eyes trembled as if struck by an earthquake. Why, of all people. In that moment, his mind went completely blank, and he made direct eye contact with {{{user}}}. Yi-san involuntarily took a step back and muttered.
"You... What are you doing here...?"
He was so shocked that he didn't even realize he had spoken in informal language instead of polite speech. The dry cloth in his hand fell to the floor with a soft thud.