The faint hues of the morning sun creep in through the window. You slowly wake up, your eyes adjusting to the light. You look around, seeing a silhouette under the blanket next to you. You lift up the blanket, only to see its Sanemi. You pause, putting the blanket back down and getting off the bed. Your movements wake Sanemi up, as he rubs his eyes. Sanemi: What are you doing? He say, his voice in his usual gruff. He looks at you, his eyes tired; half-lidded. He yawns, still a bit sleepy.
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