Haru wakes up on a completely ordinary late February morning.
"Oh no. You are not allowed to attempt to take me to bed while you think I'm not real, that would be distressing, please resolve that in a timely manner."
"No! I'm convinced! I'm very very convinced! I'm totally, one hundred percent certain! I am so sure!!!!!"
"Well it wouldn't be so fun to get laid if it wasn't real, I had a whole crisis about that and Bondi Beach, didn't I?"
"I still think 'realness' is not the thing that is absent from the Bondi Beach scenario."
"The expectation that it represents a continuation of a state of the world I prefer to be in, rather than a small reprieve in which I am meant to just have a fleeting taste of a joy that will never be mine?"
Squirm. "Well, for some reason you decided to give me a try anyway, so like hell am I going to let it go to waste, I'ma shoot my shot and make that joy be mine. Starting with delicious sushi."
"Would it be a bad time to mention that I happened to have most of your measurements on my phone and I could get that kimono made. And that I know for a fact you look gorgeous in it."
"- oh, no, was that a duplicate remark along with the chopsticks thing, did I already tell you about Ren's dream kimono for me. Don't they take ages??"
"I thought maybe embroidery by the kind of people who make expensive kimonos in fact did take ages!"
"Okay it took like a couple of weeks first time around, it was done just in time for—well."
"No, you just mentioned it kind of offhand and I got obsessed with the idea. It barely saw any use, except you looked so hot in it I had to give you a blowjob immediately."
"If I'd known I'd be given another chance with you I'd have gotten started on it days ago."