Mizuki blinks. "Is this real?"
Mizuki sits up a third time. This time, she's properly awake. To her side, there's the soft tinkling of utensils against each other. Hinata lazily prepares himself a cup of tea, shirtless and revealing a mosaic of scars.
The bandages tightly wrapped around his waist barely do anything in covering him up. Heat rises to Mizuki's cheeks once she realises how long she's been staring. "You could have woken me up and I would have cooked something for you."
Hinata pivots around. Mizuki musters the courage to meet his eyes. The ones she has oddly missed. I kind of want to hug him right now.
Would it hurt if I do? Hinata's expression softens at the sight of her, trudging over in small and heavy steps, wincing as he totters. Mizuki stands, reaching her arms out to support him. Hinata lowers his forehead against Mizuki's shoulder. Her heart stops and she could melt.
