Yori finished the sentence he was on in the novel before putting it down and getting up to receive his guest - but he pushed his stool in first. Manners. When he opened the door, he schooled his features into a wide, pleased smile. "Upperclassman! You came," he quickly unlocked the chain lock on the door and pulled the door open wide to welcome Kaoru inside. "I hope the house isn't intimidating," he chuckled self-consciously. "It's my parents, not me. There's nothing different about me."
Except that he'd been taught the reality of the world and others, like Kaoru, hadn't. His parents knew best, after all.
The house was almost distressingly neat as he motioned for Kaoru to come in. There was no dust to be seen, no speck of dirt, no mess at all. Everything was perfectly in place and unforgivingly immaculate. The place gave off a feeling, in being so carefully kept, that no one really lived there at all. Was anyone even allowed to touch the furniture?