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Utahime wakes up. It seems the recent memory of her and Satoru being happily in each other's arms after his victory was nothing more than a dream. Waking up from that bliss feels quite abrupt, unsolicited and almost violent. She reaches her hand out to her empty bedside and clutches the bedsheet...and keeps replaying what the Satoru in her dream appeared as, trying to hold onto fragments of her dream before it slips from her memory.
"~U-ta-hime~, you really looove me huh?"
"You're such an idiot"
Utahime pretended to weakly push his face away, but they were both giggling and kissing in each other's deep embrace.
"....I should start getting ready for class" she nudges herself after letting out a deep shaky sigh.
Warm sunlight is pouring into her room, and the gentle cool breeze is caressing her cheeks. Seems like a nice day. But she does not feel like getting up. She should tho. She also needs to tale care of the laundry laying around for two weeks, and the unwashed dishes that keep piling in the sink.
".....Ah...", she mumbles "...but Mechamaru and Mai won't be there..."
Utahime sighs and sinks deeper into her bed. She's contemplating skipping the first day of her class of a new year after all.Oh, what has she become. Maybe she'll like knock Shoko and she can go drinking to the point of oblivion instead. Utahime chokes.
A string of thoughts swirl through her mind before she lets herself sob uncontrollably. There's no one to tease her about crying anymore.