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The moment holidays crossed everyone’s mind, Homura quickly moved her threads to book everything herself. When they arrived to their hotel rooms, Madoka flushed red like a tomato when she realised there was only one bed.
“You don’t mind sharing the bed, Homura-chan?”
“No. It’s big enough for both of us.”
“You’re right, hehe. I hope I don’t snore.”
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t mind.”
Snore? No. But when the night fell, Homura found herself being used as a pillow. With Madoka all tucked under her chin and her hair tickling her neck, she realized she could die happily right now.