He'd been looking at his hand, biting his lip a little as he thought over Shinjiro's suggestion. Did... did he want to pinch himself? There was a sick feeling in his stomach, that either way, whichever outcome--that he was dreaming, or he wasn't-- would be painful to deal with.
But he was torn from his thoughts by a cry of his name in a voice that was familiar in the best of ways. Turning back, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief-- guilty relief, but relief none the less-- as Fuuka made her way to him, grabbing his arm. A odd warmth spread through him, comforting and shooing away that uneasy sickness he had before.
"S-so you got dragged here too, Fuuka? Man, I'm glad ya found us..."
Looking back at Shinjiro, his senpai repeated the same to her as him before. He'd felt Fuuka's hand on his arm... and Shinjiro wouldn't lie about something like this. But... how...?
"...S-so Minako is really here...? A-and Akihiko-senpai too..."
His own free hand went to rest on Fuuka's, hoping she'd react better than he did. He still wanted to pinch himself, but had a feeling it would make no difference.
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But he was torn from his thoughts by a cry of his name in a voice that was familiar in the best of ways. Turning back, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief-- guilty relief, but relief none the less-- as Fuuka made her way to him, grabbing his arm. A odd warmth spread through him, comforting and shooing away that uneasy sickness he had before.
"S-so you got dragged here too, Fuuka? Man, I'm glad ya found us..."
Looking back at Shinjiro, his senpai repeated the same to her as him before. He'd felt Fuuka's hand on his arm... and Shinjiro wouldn't lie about something like this. But... how...?
"...S-so Minako is really here...? A-and Akihiko-senpai too..."
His own free hand went to rest on Fuuka's, hoping she'd react better than he did. He still wanted to pinch himself, but had a feeling it would make no difference.