[With a nervous laugh, Asahi leads the way up to his room. There's really no need for the nervousness; once they get inside, it's clear Asahi's room is pretty neat. There's a pile of laundry, but it's neatly contained in a hamper; his volleyball uniform is hung on one closet door, his jacket is over his chair, and his school uniform is neatly folded on top of his schoolbag. There is some clutter here and there; books on the desk, a little music player and some small trophies on his dresser, but otherwise it's as normal as any other teenage boy's room.]
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Come in, and um, sit wherever you like.