[Tsuzuki pushes himself up on his elbows, watching as a ripple of tea-scented water picks up speed and height after Hibiki.
He's trying to scramble to his feet and dash after her, but the angry tea spirit has an unbeatable lead, and the tatami's still wet, and (more importantly) that chest that had tripped him lets out a comfortable creak and settles on his feet like a friendly dog.
It's very heavy. He tries helplessly to yank his feet free.]
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[Tsuzuki pushes himself up on his elbows, watching as a ripple of tea-scented water picks up speed and height after Hibiki.
He's trying to scramble to his feet and dash after her, but the angry tea spirit has an unbeatable lead, and the tatami's still wet, and (more importantly) that chest that had tripped him lets out a comfortable creak and settles on his feet like a friendly dog.
It's very heavy. He tries helplessly to yank his feet free.]