Sakuramoria

– Futaba, don't you think it's time we bought some furniture? It feels a bit empty here... I'm willing to spend all the remaining planks on it.

– Really? – the neighbor glances at the room: two creaky beds, a wobbly desk, and a nail on the wall to hang clothes or underwear, and one chair for taking turns using. – Well, I've kind of gotten used to it... What else do we need?