[Souji looks up, and promptly has the grace to blush with gentle embarrassment. It's not a feeling he's often bothered by, but... well, maybe he's still a bit in awe of Mikazuki, okay? He's just so elegant and graceful, not to mention an actual national treasure, so it's hard not to be. To have forced someone like that to lug a futon around together with him seems ill-mannered somehow.

Still, he doesn't actually protest at the help, because he knows all too well that this will only inconvenience him in another way instead. Admitting how helpless he is isn't easy, but it's better to let people help than have them worry about him, or have to pick him up when he collapses.]

It's very kind of you. I... mm, didn't want to bother anyone who's busy, or going somewhere. [He makes an amused little sound, looking down at himself.] It's going to take a while before I can work again.