bed and did a big stretch. Then, thinking of something, she reached for a dispenser on a shelf and covered her hands in disinfectant. Then she carefully put disposable latex gloves on them and even put on a face mask, and turned toward Kousaka once she was ready. She gave him no time to ask what she was doing. Sanagi grabbed Kousaka’s shoulders with both hands and, through a face mask, put her lips on his. Though a thin cloth separated them, he did faintly feel her soft lips. By the time Kousaka understood the intent of her actions, she had pulled away. “You’ll have to endure with that,” Sanagi said, taking off the mask. Kousaka had no words, halted like a toy out of batteries. He might have even forgotten to breathe. “What are you trying to do?”, he asked at length. “I felt sorry for you, so I gave you a kiss. Thank me.” “…That’s very polite of you.” Following Kousaka’s confused thank-you, Sanagi made an addition. “Besides, I’ve never had one myself, so I guess it was just