17.1 Loving someone

The smell of coffee titillated Yomo's nostrils as he dozed but could not really wake up. He turned on his side with difficulty, still unable to open his eyes whose lids seemed glued together with glue. In his skull, a hammer was pounding as if to announce the solemn arrival of a fictitious army. His whole body ached. Turning again, he grunted.

Desperate to find a comfortable position, he opened his eyes. The daylight assaulted his pupils and he lay there for a moment, struggling to emerge from his lethargic state. Once he had regained proper vision, he looked around and began to panic slowly. He did not recognise the room.

Just as he was about to make an attempt to get up, Rau suddenly emerged from the bedroom doorway with a drink in his hand.

"Ah, you're awake?" he called out, surprised to see the third-year sitting up in bed.