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It's always weird for Len, when someone enters the SEKAI.
The colours are so bright, and the sound always startles him. Even when he's too far away to see, to hear. He just knows.
It's simply convenient that Mizuki appeared right in front of him.
To him, they look a little... disheveled, maybe. They're wearing their casual, cute clothing, and their hair is tied up the way it usually is, but something feels odd. With the way their hair is sticking up places as if they haven't truly gotten the chance to take care of it, or the way their clothes are a little wrinkled in certain spots.
Len doesn't comment, especially not when Mizuki turns around, and brightens up when they make eye contact with him.
"Oh, Len! I'm so glad to see you."
They smile at him, and it makes them shine like it always does. Still, it looks strained.
"Mizuki...! Hi."
It's also weird for Len to talk to Mizuki when they're alone together. He can't hide behind Miku, and there isn't someone more talkative around to keep up with them. He tries his best.
Mostly he lets them speak and hums and nods along to what they say. It works for them both just fine.
"Len— Lend me your lap... I have a really bad headache right now and I need a pillow that isn't my actual pillow. Pretty please?"
Mizuki elongates their words in a way that Len guesses is supposed to be cute. And they are cute, but he doesn't need so much effort from them just to convince him. He would've accepted either way.
"Sure... Go ahead."
Len puts aside the sketchbook he'd been doodling in up until now.
(Ena left it behind one day. She insisted that it wasn't on purpose, and that she only let Len and the others keep it because they could use another distraction, and that she'd started using a separate one when she couldn't find this one. No one believed her, naturally.)
"Thank you, I owe you my life... Sorry for disturbing you, I'm preventing you from drawing and stuff."
Mizuki lays down, using Len's thighs as a pillow for their head, as expected. They take some time to readjust, but after they do, they close their eyes and sigh.
Len has no idea if his lap is actually comfortable at all, but Mizuki looks cozy enough.
"It's okay... I don't mind. I want to be there for you as often as I can."
"You are adorable. I love you."
Mizuki blindly reaches for Len's face, trying to squish his cheeks. He accepts his fate, guiding their lost hands towards his face. And they do squish.
They let their hands fall after a second or two. Just laying there, appreciating the silence of the SEKAI. Len wishes he could do more, not knowing what that could possibly look like. He doesn't have much experience with headaches.
"Say, do you think the SEKAI's gonna disappear one day?"
Len blanks.
"Like, it was formed thanks to Mafuyu's feelings, right? But also, it'd be unrealistic to expect it to keep changing along with her. So I'm guessing it's going to all disappear one day."
Len can say nor do nothing as he keeps staring at Mizuki, letting them speak to no one in particular. The infinite void of the Empty SEKAI, maybe. He's barely there anymore.
"That'd mean you guys would be gone too, though. You, and Miku, and Meiko, and everyone else... I don't want that, I'm not ready for that to happen. I don't think I ever will be."
Mizuki breathes. Len wonders if he needs to as well.
"Sorry. I'll stop talking."
And Mizuki does. They quiet down, Len remaining unsure of whether they fell asleep in his lap or not.
If they did, he should probably wake them up. They're still mostly on the floor, that cannot be comfortable. But...
Well, Len reasons that Mizuki probably needs this. The sleep, but also to have a one-sided conversation with him. Or anyone at all. It didn't have to be him specifically or anything.
Looking at them closer, Mizuki looks exhausted.
Len listens to the nothingness of the SEKAI.