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“Mahiru, I feel like shit!” Hiyoko, whines, a sound she has become even more used to these last few days.
Fighting back a yawn, Mahiru picks up the tray and hurries through the apartment, calling, “I know, and I’m coming, okay.”
When she enters the bedroom, she is met by her flushed, sick girlfriend pouting at her; but just like always, when Mahiru gets into bed and snuggles up with her, the pout becomes a weak smile.