[ The warmth returns to his leg— or more like the cold moves away, eager to use the stairs because that's what she's most familiar with. Komaeda's hand feels like he'd stuck it in ice cold water up to the wrists, cold enough to feel like burning, before that too moves away.
Just a pinky now, waiting for him to lead the way. ]
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Just a pinky now, waiting for him to lead the way. ]