Satoru obeys without comment, slipping her bra off and then wiggling under the blankets behind Suguru. Sliding both arms around Suguru's waist this time, Satoru snuggles close, feeling entirely smug about her victory. It was easier than she'd expected. Suguru always gave in to her, sooner or later, and it was nice to have proven that this Suguru was still her Suguru enough for that to still be true. Suguru smells different, with different hair products these days, but under that she still smells like Suguru.

Squeezing her arms around Suguru's waist, Satoru gives a contented little sigh, settling down in order to sleep.