There are better places for a nap.
“…” Mary wants to say it.
The dark version of her friend Konoha, with the personality worse than anything she knew, fell asleep next to her and now his head is on her shoulder. Probably on purpose.
Stiff as a board, Mary tries to think about her next action. Push him off? But she kind of felt bad for doing so, so she doesn’t move a muscle. Although she eventually does dare to look to the side.
The person that instills fear within her and appears in her nightmares…looks strangely normal when asleep.
The feeling of fera and discomfort never leaves, so she gathers all courage and whispers,
“T-t-there are be-better places to n-nap…!”
(Mary looks crestfallen when Kuroha doesn’t react.)