"You had a key made just for that? Sounds like kind of a waste." It does, but then I can't be mad at him. Because he is my sempai, and he loves me, and has bits of a bullet stuck in his brain. All of these are very good reasons to forgive him, "I forgive you. Because you are my sempai, and you love me, and you have bits of a bullet stuck in your brain."

He's sort of fiddling around with my face and pillows. I want to ask him what he's doing but I'm sleepy, too sleepy to care. He's stronger than me but I'm still able to yank him down next to me. His chin's all prickly because he has a little beard there and I don't. We're going to have to work out this love thing better, I think. I don't want stubble rash.

"You don't call me Gotou-chan any more," I complain.