Satoru tightens her grip, winding tighter around Suguru, nuzzling her face into the side of Suguru's neck. She's tempted to insist on her staying, that she can skip one day of working out. After a minute, she relents and lets go.

Stretching as she gets up, Satoru yawns and finds her bra, room key, and phone. She ruffles her own hair so that the messiness is the way she likes it, checking around herself to make sure she has what she needs, then snagging Suguru with an arm around her waist, pulling her in again and nuzzling the side of her head.

Letting up before Suguru shoves her off, Satoru heads out the door and back to her own room to brush her teeth and change.