Ring, ring, ring.
The alarm set on the phone on the bedside table rings.
Consciousness surges from darkness to the surface of her mind, as Morimoto Chiyoda gasps for air, slides her hand across the phone screen to stop the alarm, and skillfully pushes the head resting on her chest aside, turning sideways intending to get up.
A pair of arms wraps around her waist.
Aozawa, his cheek pressed against her back, coaxes, "Chiyoda, wouldn't it be nice to keep fighting the good fight with me?
You don't have to get up so urgently."
The warmth from his words blows entirely over her frost-covered back.
The intense floral scent becomes unnoticeable once you're used to it.
Morimoto Chiyoda notices the change in the young man's body, pinches it with annoyance, "Behave yourself, let go!"
The charming voice made even the reprimand seem uniquely enticing, Aozawa released her without holding on.
