Morning.
Shin was awakened by Ayari getting dressed. The inn room was warm, and the curtains had been drawn open. Outside was a rare clear day, with warm sunlight streaming in.
Ayano, lying on Shin's other side, was curled up entirely in his arms, turned sideways and holding him tightly.
"It's morning. Time to get up."
Ayari was already dressed. Seeing Shin open his eyes, she spoke.
Like Ayari, Shin had no desire to get up. He lazily said, "Sleep a little longer. We went to bed too late yesterday."
Ayari pursed her lips and muttered, "I knew it. Whose fault was it for messing around?"
Thinking of last night's absurdity, her face flushed slightly. Seeing her sister still hugging Shin and sleeping soundly, she felt a little unreal.
Ayano's usual demeanor was completely different from how she was at night. Ayari had thought she was already rather... well, like that in this regard, but she hadn't expected Ayano's contrast to be even greater.
The two beneath the covers held each other and went back to sleep. Ayari stretched out a foot and kicked Shin through the blanket. When he gave no response whatsoever, she pursed her lips and left to wash up.
About half an hour later, Ayari had finished washing up. Looking at the two still sleeping in, she knelt down and shoved her wet, ice-cold hands straight beneath the covers.
"Hiss—"
"Ah!"
The man and woman beneath the covers cried out at the same time. Like two startled housecats, they frantically kicked at the blanket, heedless of their exposed bodies as they tried to drive those freezing hands away.
"Ha ha ha..."
Ayari laughed triumphantly.
"Ayari!"
"Are you crazy?!"
Seeing the two glaring at her furiously, Ayari only smiled more happily.
"Serves you right. Who told you