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Maizono hates Valentine's day.
Well, maybe hate is too strong of a word. Maizono does not like Valentine's day. Maizono has spent the last eight of them dressed in pink ruffles, telling all her fans how she loves them, and getting bombarded by chocolates and gifts from much-older guys who don't care that it's meant to be the other way around. It's not the holiday she hates - it's the men. And so, Maizono is delegating to spend her twenty-third Valentine's in bed.
She gets up, brushes her teeth, drinks some water, takes her antidepressants and antipsychotics and vitamins. She makes two pieces of toast with strawberry jam and eats them delicately, and does not turn on the TV despite the habit itching at her. The silence puts her on edge, but she fills it with soft humming, one of her favorite songs.
Maizono tries not to think about chocolate or wine or dirty hotel rooms. She's safe now. She's home.
Kirigiri is so warm. The early morning air has a chill to it that Maizono doesn't even notice until she's back under the blankets, pressing her body up against Kirigiri's and slipping an arm over Kirigiri's waist. Not for the first time, she feels a sense of gratitude welling up for all Kirigiri's done for her. The therapy, the late-night talks, the dinner dates and kisses and touches. The stability. The hope for a better future for the scared little girl Maizono once was. The knowledge that she'll never have to sleep alone.
Maizono smiles into Kirigiri's hair. She's sure Kirigiri knows, but it can't hurt to remind her again.
When she wakes up again, that is. It's a promise.