That's not-- [ she begins, a little panicked, like she'd missed the nonchalance of his tone entirely, and she tenses in an effort to sit up.
It fails when another paroxysm of coughing seizes her, her limbs protesting until she stops struggling and the sound ebbs away. That still leaves Makoto in the uncomfortable predicament of trying to allay Kise's possibly nonexistent hurt while her throat feels like she took a strip of sandpaper to it. ]
T-that's too... selfish.
[ and she shouldn't feel exhausted just from that. ]
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It fails when another paroxysm of coughing seizes her, her limbs protesting until she stops struggling and the sound ebbs away. That still leaves Makoto in the uncomfortable predicament of trying to allay Kise's possibly nonexistent hurt while her throat feels like she took a strip of sandpaper to it. ]
T-that's too... selfish.
[ and she shouldn't feel exhausted just from that. ]