In the morning, Uesugi Sakura felt something vigorously burrowing into his embrace.
Moving like a kitten, affectionately pawing his chest, softly rubbing its head incessantly.
Emitting fragrance, radiating warmth.
Just a bit heavy.
Instinctively, Uesugi Sakura grabbed, unclear of what part of the cat he held, his hand sinking directly into it, filled with tender, smooth flesh.
Then, he heard a familiar languid "mmm..." sound, and the soft thing in his arms shifted slightly.
Most likely, this wasn't a dream.
A bit more conscious now, Uesugi Sakura opened his eyes, moved his palm away from the flesh, lifted the blanket blocking his view, and saw Hanamaru Hanabi sleeping soundly on his chest.
Her expression was lazy, mouth pouting, cheeks squished into a lump.
The entire little head rose and fell with her breathing.
A girl was just lying so comfortably on his chest, sleeping.
For a fleeting moment, it felt as if his heart was warmed by her soft body.
