“K-Kofuku-sama!” He’s just as glad to see a familiar face, but he’s realized how very awkward their position is right now. And how terribly inappropriate.

His face red, he struggles to at least sit up; he’s blushing both at being tackled, and for panicking over a shadow that turned out to be harmless. (Harmless, yes. But it was laughing at him now.)

“You’re here, too. Is Daikoku-san with you?”