Kentaro’s harsh whispers snap me awake. I roll over, and Usagi is next to me, lying on top of the covers and waking up as well. Did I sleep for more than five minutes? I glance out the window, and the sky is light gray, tinged with the pink of a rising sun. They must have switched places in the middle of the night.
Jumping out of bed, I land on my feet and sway. An unbeknownst-to-me-before-now hormonal switch inside my body was flipped a few days ago, and now I’m ill if I don’t eat or sleep. It’s a precarious situation for a fugitive on the run. I grab Osamu’s pants as they sink from my hips and tighten up the belt.