"Where'd you find the confidence from?" Hinata jokes, lightly flicking her cheeks with the tip of his fingers. Calmly, however it is that he manages to pull off a facade enough to hide his internal crisis, he helps himself to another bite out of his breakfast. Mizuki settles against her chair, smirking as she shovels a spoonful out of her pancakes. It's funny how they'd never be able to make this step with each other just months ago, maybe even the day prior when they were sour towards each other.
Feelings change much faster than they do in poetry, or like it's written in books most of the time. It's a quick thing—a switch that can happen in five seconds or five hours or an entire lifetime—not like seasonal change or something that can be predicted. Hinata reaches forward to pick a piece of food off Mizuki's plate, swapping it with a hearty chunk of his waffle. He glances swiftly towards Mizuki to sense her approval, which she warrants through no negative change in her expression.
