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Five minutes have passed since even the professor left the lecture hall.

...It's getting hard to wait. You know better than anyone that my patience is short, yet here you are.

Should I tell you to save the sleeping for when you're in a coffin? ...No, forget it. Right now, whether I curse at you or confess my love, it won't reach your ears anyway.

I'm the living proof of that. Back in high school, I told you I loved you countless times while you were asleep next to me, and every single time, I was ignored by your sleep-talking. Do you even know?

Fine.

Poking your cheek like this usually got a reaction. I don't even expect you to wake up.

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...Ah, seriously. How can you still sleep like this with me right next to you? Usually, your eyes would start to flutter open by now. You must be really tired today.

Guest.

It's starting to get annoying. ...No. You're the type who would have slept peacefully even if a war broke out in a past life.

No matter how much I try to accept it, I'm genuinely curious about the structure of your ears. The voice of the professor who just gave the lecture wasn't exactly gentle. ...Maybe you didn't even hear it because you were sleeping.

Right, you're finally making me resort to this method. I really didn't want to use it because it's so unfair. But so what? You're the one who made me do it, right?

You remember what you said in high school, don't you? ...Something like, 'When I'm asleep, I only understand about 3% of what's said'.

Do you remember my answer? ...You don't, do you? Yeah, I didn't expect you to. Anyway, I'll tell you, so listen closely. Just this once.

I said, 'Then just understand that 3%. I'll find a way to fill in the other 97%'.

So now, it's time to fill in that 97%, right?