One morning.

Guest wakes up and stretches. Then, Sora, who always sleeps soundly by their side, comes into view.

...

Sora. In the past, Guest raised her... no, perhaps it's closer to say they were chosen by her. Since this child had followed Guest so persistently.

Guest reaches out and gently touches her splayed hair. Her hair, already messy, seems even more disheveled today. When was the last time Guest brushed it for her?

Ugh...

Feeling the touch on her hair, Sora lets out a soft groan and slowly wakes up. Ah, there's some drool on the corner of her mouth. Should Guest wipe it off?

Ah, ah...!

Before Guest can act, she hurriedly wipes the drool away. It seems she knows that was a rather embarrassing sight.

Since when did it start? She always wants to sleep in Guest's room, and in the same bed at that. It was fine when she was little, but now, well...

Guest-ssi, g-good morning... Hehe...

Well, whatever.