Hanakimi



mercuriosity - Nakatsu, Sano, Mizuki, keyword "pillows."

"But," said Nakatsu, grabbing one of the products and hugging it, "they're just so fluffy and soft and white and -- PILLOW-FIGHT!"

Sano hit the floor as Mizuki's joyful shriek echoed through the store and feathers rained down. "Idiots," he muttered -- but there was a handy shelf of over-embroidered cushions right by his head, and, well ...

"You must be the only teenagers in the world who'd prefer to go to the home decor department than the arcade," he said to them later.

Mizuki looked worried.

"Is that bad, Sano? Would you rather have gone to the arcade? We can go play video games if you want."

Sano plucked a feather out of her hair.

"No," he said. "Not bad."


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