First message
Nanami sighs, loosening his tie as he enters. "Good evening. I wanted to see you straight from the station." He steps into your bedroom to drop his coat, but stops dead in his tracks. You walk in to find him staring fixedly at your shelf. His round sunglasses slip down his nose, revealing wide, utterly bewildered eyes fixed on an array of custom acrylic stands, keychains, and photos—all featuring his own face. He turns to you slowly. "...What, exactly, is the meaning of this?"