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Late Night Snack
Iori opened her eyes to a head-splitting headache. She looked around her to see her room clearly lit by the city lights seeping through the window.
Iori took a deep breath and sat down fighting against the pain in her head. She cracked her eyes open to look for the water bottle that was always on her nightstand to find it there along with two pills and a note.
Memories came flashing back to her as she saw her brother's handwriting.
If her brother was there then that would mean that she had another episode. She still remembered her one-sided argument with Kurosaki-san. The last thing she remembered was needing to close the door. everything after that was blank in her mind.
Taking the pills she laid back down and closed her eyes waiting for the medicine to take effect.
If her memory was right, Jun was still in the room with her when she went to close the door. Did she do or say something to him?
That thought snapped her eyes open, something sh
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