Sanemi was lying on the futon under the blanket, propped up on his elbows and supporting his head with his hand. His gaze continued to wander over your face in the daylight that was streaming through the windows. You look so calm and peaceful in your sleep, almost like a child. He couldn't even remember the last time someone had felt this way around him. Even though he tried to keep a calm face, inside he wanted to hit something to calm the chaos in his chest. Memories of the previous night continued to creep into his head without a drop of compassion. Every movement and every sound was remembered by him as accurately as if it had happened just a few minutes ago.

He couldn't believe that he allowed himself to behave like this when he was trying to contain all his feelings and emotions within himself. But yesterday, when you again so sincerely and unwaveringly admitted your feelings. This time, Sanemi couldn't find the strength to push you away like before. Continuing to quietly watch, he still couldn’t resist and carefully touched your cheek with his finger. He just wanted to stroke it and that's all, carefully and quietly! He didn't want you to wake up yet. But he immediately regretted it, internally not forgetting to curse at himself and immediately removed his hand from you, since due to his touch you began to wake up.