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Akira nodded slowly, the knot in their shoulders loosened to a dull ache. They pulled the cardigan tighter, not yet ready to return it. “Thank you, Saito-kun.”

Haruki didn’t comment. He simply moved his chair, positioning himself between Akira and the library door. A silent guardian. He took off his own cardigan – a soft, grey thing that smelled of laundry soap and old paper – and gently draped it over Akira’s shoulders. Sensei- Chotto Yasunde Ii Desuka -RJ01292809-

Haruki’s lips curved into the faintest, warmest smile. “Then sleep. I’ll wake you in thirty minutes. I promise.” Akira nodded slowly, the knot in their shoulders

“Sensei?”

“Feeling better?” he asked.