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Her legs throbbing, Aoyagi shifts awkwardly on her futon, trying to fall into well-needed sleep but finding herself wide awake. Groaning in pain (the painkillers aren’t working very well), she rolls over again, and ends up on Teshima’s futon, spooning him; Teshima chuckles and whispers, “This is my futon, you know.”
Aoyagi smiles through the pain and fatigue and reaches around to kiss Teshima’s forehead, murmuring, “I know, but…” – only to drift off to sleep without finishing her sentence.