Kouhei finally made it home.
The second he stepped through the door, he didn't bother with anything else—he dragged his body into his room and collapsed straight onto his bed. His body sunk into the mattress as if it was the only thing in the world keeping him alive. Lately, this bed had become the one and only place where he could even pretend to rest. Without it, he'd just be left with nothing but the heaviness of exhaustion pressing down on him.
Nagisa and Misuzu stood there quietly, watching him. Kouhei didn't even have the energy to change out of his clothes—he just laid himself down, his breathing slow and tired, looking like he was moments away from passing out completely. That was how drained he was.
But it wasn't really surprising. This was normal for him now. Considering everything he had been through lately, and how he was constantly swarmed by girls ever since his looks had changed so drastically, it was only natural that he'd be this worn out.
