[The locked door of his room only provided so much when people came banging at it, all trying to get a look and give him pep talks and pretend not to be disturbed by the sight of him. Somewhere people weren't likely to look for him seemed the better option, even if it did exchange for chances of being randomly found.

In the end, though, he underestimated Kiyotaka. Usually, the boy's persistence would make him proud, but as the door swung open, Hajime only felt dour resignation.

He kept his head rested against his arm, curled over his knees in the tight space. Comfort wasn't much of an issue.]

Please, go away.