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Kimishima shifted, turning and swinging his feet over the side of the bed. As he moved to stand, he felt a hand tightly grip his wrist and tug, pulling him back and almost making him tumble backwards into the damp, tangled sheets.
"Where are you going?" A weary, exhausted voice inquired.
Kimishima grinned and laughed softly, turning to gaze upon Kazuma's shadowed face. "To the bathroom. Can I go now?"
Kazuma let go of Kimishima's wrist reluctantly, pulling back into his blanket cocoon.
"Yeah. But come back soon."
Kimishima placed a gentle hand lovingly on Kazuma's cheek before he left.
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