I'm so tired. Morimoto Chiyoda hadn't experienced this level of exhaustion in a long while. When was the last time she had worked herself to this point of fatigue? She had almost forgotten—or rather, she realized she had *never* worked to such an extreme before. She could muster some energy when others were around, but the closer she got to her front door, the more apparent the exhaustion became. Standing outside her home, Morimoto Chiyoda was overwhelmed by a surge of weariness. All she wanted was to collapse on the sofa, kick off her shoes, and strip off her clothes. To immerse my whole body in a warm bathtub... She reckoned the water should be ready around now.
As Morimoto Chiyoda thought this, she turned her key and opened the door. The living room lights were on. Aozawa had just stepped out of the bath, his hair still damp. He was wrapped in a white towel that covered his boxer shorts, and the muscles of his arms, legs, and abdomen were clearly defined.
