"Shut up, I'm going to sleep," Mizuki plummets against the sheets and wraps herself in the duvets, cocooning herself as if it's good enough to protecting from what she seeks to hide from. She closes her eyes but her intent isn't quite to sleep just yet. From just sounds, she imagines Hinata fixing himself a glass of water and adjusting the collar of his shirt whilst doing so. Following the soft, almost inaudible, clink of the glass put against the table, Hinata turns to lay his wet clothes out against the chairs to dry.