“Are you stupid?”, Sanagi said with a look of shock, but seemingly wouldn’t deny it did. Her voice had regained some of its cheerfulness. “I’m really sorry about injuring your cheek,” Kousaka apologized. “Does it still hurt?” “Nah. This is nothing.” Sanagi ran a finger over the scabbed wound. “…Going to wash your hands?” “No, this is fine.” “Huh.” Kousaka stared at his right hand, used to touch Sanagi. It was still trembling slightly, but he managed to resist the urge to go take a shower right away. “I’ll tell you something funny,” Kousaka said. “Something funny?” “To tell the truth, I’m a clean freak.” “…Yeah. I know.” “Of course.” Kousaka smiled wryly. “I feel like people other than myself are horribly dirty. Just being touched by them, just touching something they touched, just breathing the same air, makes me feel like I’ll be sick. I know better than anyone it’s just an issue of feelings and nothing more. But there’s nothing I can do. I tried various treatments, but they just made it worse.”