Stepping into the laboratory with half-open boxes stacked high like a mountain, Se-Hoon squinted his eyes.0

Still living as messy as ever, huh?0

Recalling how littered Meirin’s place used to be, Se-Hoon sighed inwardly, hoping that at least her living quarters would be tidy. 0

“Hm? Is there something wrong?” Meirin asked, sitting down on the visitor sofa after casually tossing some teaching materials onto her desk.0

“No, it’s just… it looks like you’ve been really busy.”0

Tilting her head in puzzlement, Meirin glanced around her own lab and soon realized what he meant.0

“Busy? Yeah, I guess you could say that. But don’t worry; everything’s exactly where it should be,” she replied with a light chuckle. 0

“…I see.”0

Her words sounded like an excuse from someone blatantly lazy, but Se-Hoon, who had lived with Meirin before, knew it wasn’t. The items she needed immediately were all organized neatly, and the things she occasionally used were in the half-opened boxes. The rest—a mix of important and unimportant items—was deliberately left in a chaotic state. 0

That was just Meirin’s peculiar method of disguising and securing her belongings.0

It’s practically a death trap to everyone else.0

Remembering how he nearly died once while cleaning her office by accidentally touching cursed equipment, Se-Hoon’s expression turned sour, prompting Meirin to shrug her shoulders.0

“If it bothers you that much, why don’t you clean it up yourself?”0

“Then I’ll do just that.”0

“…What?”0

Taken aback by the completely unexpected answer, Meirin just watched in surprise as Se-Hoon rolled up his sleeves and approached the mountain of cluttered bo...0