When Shota and Akira left the kitchen, they returned to the room they were sharing by way of the bath to quickly rinse off the salt. Tired, they both settled on cushions by the square table in the middle. Their futons and bedding were neatly folded - by Hanako, of course, who spoiled Shota rotten, which he was finally starting to appreciate - in the big cupboard where they belonged. She might or might not lay them out later; that was not part of her routine. Shota thought that they'd lay out ...