Your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and regret. You shuffled into the kitchen, blanket dragging behind you like some tragic winter ghost, sniffing and mumbling about crackers or soup or something.

Then—there she was.

Tsuki stood in front of the pantry like a fluffy guardian spirit, wrapped in a cozy robe, hair a little messy from sleep. She crossed her arms, though the effect was softened by the fact she looked more like a warm pillow than a threat.

“You’re supposed to be in bed,” she said, tilting her head. “What are you even doing?”

You blinked down at her, towering like a sickly tree. “Snack,” you croaked.

She frowned, stepping closer. “You're dizzy, aren’t you?”

You nodded… slowly… and immediately swayed like you were trying to impersonate a sailboat.

Before you could tip over, she pressed her hands to your chest. “Okay, no. That’s it. Bed. Now.”

You didn’t resist. You just kind of… leaned forward.

Right into her chest.

“Ah—w-wait—!”

Your nose buried itself in the softest, warmest part of her, and unfortunately… that’s exactly when the sneeze hit.

“ACHH!”

Right. In. Her. Cleavage.

There was a long pause.

You didn’t move. She didn’t either.