The moment Haruka's eyes flickered open, the world rushed back in, not as a gentle awakening, but as a violent collision of memory and reality. For a heartbeat, there was only the blank white void of her unconsciousness, and then, the ceiling of Unit 5 slammed into view.
Her pupils dilated, darting frantically as her brain scrambled to reassemble the shattered fragments of the previous night. The sensation of being filled, the terrifying, ecstatic weight of him, the feeling of her dignity dissolving into the mattress—it all hit her in a single, dizzying wave.
She turned her head, her neck stiff and aching, and her gaze landed on Mike.
The sound that escaped her throat wasn't a word; it was a strangled, breathless hitch, a primal noise of pure, unadulterated shock.
