Morning had properly arrived now.
People were moving again.
Slowly.
Grudgingly.
Like every joint had decided to negotiate its existence.
Yuji was sitting up, rubbing his eyes.
"…I feel like I got hit by peace."
Megumi stood up carefully.
"…That's not a thing."
Nobara stretched hard enough to make the floor creak.
"…I regret everything I enjoyed last night."
Hakari was already laughing again.
"…Best sleepover part two: consequences."
Kirara just sighed.
"…I need silence."
Nanami stood near the edge of the room, adjusting his collar like he was trying to re-enter reality properly.
"…I don't understand how this is my life."
Then—
a soft thud.
Everyone turned.
Takeru had simply fallen back down onto the futon.
Same exact spot.
Same position.
Like gravity had personally convinced him to give up.
"…I'm still sleepy," he mumbled.
And his leg—
still over Utahime.
Unmoved.
Completely unchanged from the night before.
Silence.
Yuji stared.
"…He didn't even try to fix it."
Megumi slowly sat back down.
"…He reverted to default settings."
Nobara covered her mouth.
"…No way he just reset like that."
Hakari immediately burst out laughing.
"…HE FELL BACK INTO IT."
Kirara turned away.
"…I can't watch this."
Geto exhaled through his nose, clearly amused despite himself.
"…He didn't even process the situation."
Gojo was already laughing openly.
"…That's insane. He just reclaimed the same position like it was a checkpoint."
Nanami stared for a moment longer.
Then—
he let out a quiet laugh.
Small.
Unexpected.
"…I can't believe this."
Yuji turned instantly.
"…Nanami laughed!"
Nanami immediately cleared his throat.
"…I did not."
But the slight smile was still there.
Utahime, still perfectly still under Takeru's leg, didn't move.
Not even slightly.
Just sighed quietly and accepted reality again like it was part of the schedule.
Megumi shook his head.
"…She's not even reacting anymore."
Nobara leaned back.
"…At this point it's tradition."
Hakari wiped a tear from laughing.
"…This is peak coexistence."
Kirara muttered:
"…This is peak dysfunction."
And Takeru, still half-asleep, simply shifted slightly and repeated:
"…I'm still sleepy."
Nobody removed him.
Nobody fixed it.
Not even Utahime.
And somehow—
that made it even worse.