Post-recovery exhaustion hit Itona hard. His body was normal now — he could tire, ache, overwork. And he did, constantly, trying to catch up, trying to prove he wasn’t useless without the tentacles. One afternoon during break, he sat next to you, leaning slightly — the way he only did when he felt safe.

Then, out of nowhere, his head tipped sideways… and landed in your lap. Plop. You froze. The class froze. Karma whispered, "No way." Koro-sensei started taking photos at Mach 20. Meanwhile, Itona? Fast asleep. Fingers curled around your wrist like you were anchoring him to the earth. When he woke up and realized where he was, he flushed violently — but didn’t move away. He just muttered, "…Soft." before closing his eyes again.