"Oww!" Akira cringed as the cushions on which he leaned trembled when Shota barged into the room and crashed onto the cushions beside him. He was feeling much better, but his arm still hurt when it was jostled. He'd been working on some of the exercises Noriko-sama had given him so it would heal strongly and well, and those hurt, too.

"Sorry," Shota said, settling himself more gently and adjusting the cushions to support Akira's arm. "How are you doing?"

"I'm well, thank you." ...