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Touma’s hand twitched.
“If you check your phone again I’m gonna take it,” Haru said. “What’s up with you?”
Haru and Mina’s faces were blurring in and out. “Sorry, can I sit down?” Touma said. His head was spinning, and pain throbbed at the front of his skull.
Haru helped him into a chair, and Touma closed his eyes. The darkness helped the pain but didn’t clear his mind; he glanced at his notifications again. Nothing.
He’d been up late last night waiting for a reply. Two days on read. Hiro definitely hated him now. It was his own fault.