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“I’m scared, Sakura,” Aoi whispers, arms wrapped tight around herself as she slumps in bed. Sayaka and Leon are dead, and she has no idea who might be murdered next. The fear makes her stomach churn, and she groans.
Sakura, who sits on the end of her Aoi’s bed, sighs. “So am I, Hina. Do you think a hug might help?”
Aoi shrugs. “Worth a try.”
And so Sakura gets into bed with her, wrapping her arms around Aoi. And it doesn’t stop the fear, but… it helps. A lot.