[ Susato's eyes close automatically. Maybe she's crying; maybe she's just numb. It's hard to tell, but she can feel the nightmare energy leave her like dead weight being shed. His taste, his warmth... It's familiar. It's not at all hideous. And most importantly, it guides her home once more.
When her eyes flutter open, she's met by Kazuma's face, mere inches from her own, and the blinding light from the bathroom ceiling shining behind him. ]
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When her eyes flutter open, she's met by Kazuma's face, mere inches from her own, and the blinding light from the bathroom ceiling shining behind him. ]
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