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“Hey, wake up!”
Hitomi blinked. Madoka was shaking her, and she looked very urgent about it, but she was pretty sure she hadn’t been asleep.
Her arm felt very numb though.
She tried to look at it, but Madoka grabbed her by the chin before she could and forced Hitomi to keep looking at her. “Don’t.”
Hitomi had a very clear look at Madoka’s eyes from here, focused and lovely and only a few inches away from her own and that meant Madoka’s lips were very close to her own and looked very soft and-
“Oh. I’m dreaming, aren’t I.” It made perfect sense.
Madoka’s jaw untensed. “Y- yeah! Just having a weird dream, you’ll wake up soon, and your arm’ll be okay and-”
Hitomi kissed her.
Madoka made a very cute noise before kissing back, which was how Hitomi knew it must be a dream.
The tingly, staticky numbness in the limb was getting more insistent, and she could swear she could see this arm dream-Madoka was talking about flickering like an afterimage through her eyelids but that wasn’t very important right now. Madoka was warm. She always ran hot anyways but the dream must’ve exaggerated it.
When she woke up the next morning, the heat on her lips lingered.
She didn’t know what to make of that.