When I come to, I find that I’m in the exact room I stayed in when I slept over at Miyamura’s place. 

I’m wearing pajamas. It’s bright outside, and according to the bedside clock, it’s nine am in the morning. I’ve been asleep for over twelve hours. 

This is definitely Miyamura’s fault. I blame that bastard for everything. 

I stumble out of the room— my legs shake more than I expect— to the scene of Miyamura placing plates of food on the table. 

He’s ...