All things told, the night goes surprisingly peacefully for a surprisingly long amount of time.

'Wake up, ' someone hisses in his ear, 'Suguru, wake

up, '

and it 's a foggy moment before he registers the sounds around him and his eyes come snapping open in a blind panic. Shoko lurches off him immediately as he sits up, one hand automatically catching Satoru 's wrist when it flies for his face.

'Shit, ' he curses, scrabbling for Satoru 's opposite arm in the dark as he bumps his knees around to find his legs, tangled in the heavy blankets. It 's just like summer and autumn had been, he thinks, pinning his weight down on top of Satoru 's lower body so his thrashing can 't accidentally bruise anyone. It 's a lot easier to do in a queen than a twin sized bed.