"Hey, it's not like we did anything weird. You don't have to be so jumpy about it," she tries to laugh off the possible tenseness of the situation. Hinata nods, gaze averted meekly. It's funny how Hinata has so many sides to him, ones that only she had the privilege to see over the past months. She's glad that she managed to open him up a little, that perhaps they're close enough to call each other friends. Though, some things—feelings—are hardly described at platonic.
"You can change up if you want, I think I'll stay in these clothes until we reach Sigma," she stretches out her arms, lowering her hand again to muffle a yawn. Mizuki hobbles with exhaustion towards a wide bed and a bedside table that matches, the silhouette of her and Hinata taunting to happen. It's not like they've never spent the night together—as non-sexual as it can get by definition—but somehow it's different now.
