Sometimes, Uesugi Sakura could reminisce about the past.
Those monotonous, repetitive jobs, those dimly lit little homes to return to.
When accidentally catching a cold, being home alone, wrapped in a blanket, watching seemingly lively videos over and over again.
That's why, whenever Hanamaru Hanabi's small hands transferred warmth from her cheeks, Uesugi Sakura could feel an indescribable sense of closeness and warmth.
Indeed, did he ever think he would receive such care one day?
"Time to get up, Sakura-kun." Hanamaru Hanabi said softly, slowly moving her hand away from Uesugi Sakura's face.
"...Have we arrived?"
"We're almost there, the doors will open soon."
Like waking up late, not fully awake, Uesugi Sakura was reluctant to leave her.
This warmth of resting on a lap could only be experienced when close to a girl.
"Sakura-kun, don't you want to sleep a bit more?"
"I want to, really want to." Uesugi Sakura switched directions on her leg.
