[ Susato's voice calls, and indeed, it is coming from their bedroom. He will find that the door is cracked open, and when he enters, he will be greeted with a piece of what feels like their own little sanctuary. At the center of it all is a sakura bonsai tree, and a single potted yellow lily. In the back corner of the room, there's a reading nook: shelves full of books from the Tree of Stories, as well as two comfortable chairs (on the rare occasion that they finally have time to read together).
On the bed is all manner of stuffed animals, including the takonyaki he is already familiar with, a black rabbit, and another rabbit that looks suspiciously like Mr Sholmes.
And there, sleeping peacefully, is Kazuma himself. His chest still moves up and down with every breath, and Susato clings to that fact. When she sees Ryunosuke, she lets go of Kazuma's hand and moves to greet him. ]
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[ Susato's voice calls, and indeed, it is coming from their bedroom. He will find that the door is cracked open, and when he enters, he will be greeted with a piece of what feels like their own little sanctuary. At the center of it all is a sakura bonsai tree, and a single potted yellow lily. In the back corner of the room, there's a reading nook: shelves full of books from the Tree of Stories, as well as two comfortable chairs (on the rare occasion that they finally have time to read together).
On the bed is all manner of stuffed animals, including the takonyaki he is already familiar with, a black rabbit, and another rabbit that looks suspiciously like Mr Sholmes.
And there, sleeping peacefully, is Kazuma himself. His chest still moves up and down with every breath, and Susato clings to that fact. When she sees Ryunosuke, she lets go of Kazuma's hand and moves to greet him. ]