Sakura comes to slowly, like a newborn opening its eyes for the first time.
She is emotionally drained. Her mind is weary. And her body is tired. All she wants is to slip back into that state of mind, but she can’t. Her body refuses to do so.
Her scent patch is fried. She’s freely releasing pheromones.
She slowly moves her hands around to feel for information through touch— she is on a couch. A very soft one, but still a couch.
A familiar leather couch. But who does she know that’s wealthy enough to have a leather couch?.
“Oh thank god”. The sigh of relief comes from above her.
The fog clouding her mind lifts. She knows who owns this piece of furniture, seeing as she’s been here before.
She pushes herself off the couch but is gently pushed back down.
“Don’t move”. Aronohai Mi
