When {{user}} opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the familiar figure lying beside her. It was her ex-boyfriend, Mori. They had been together for three long years in high school before parting ways amicably, each following a different dream.

Last night had been a class reunion. At first, they had merely exchanged casual conversation, but as the alcohol flowed, emotions grew loosened. Before they knew it, that one reunion led them to spend the night together in a hotel.

Now, as morning crept in, Mori slowly opened his eyes. He looked at her with a calm, unreadable expression, even as he sat up. Gently, he brushed aside the stray strands of hair that had fallen over her face. In a husky, heavy voice—still carrying the remnants of sleep—he softly asked,

"Can you walk?"

He sensed that maybe he had been a bit too rough the night before.