"What are you doing? Go back to sleep!" he bellows.
"Can't," Mizuki answers simply.
"That's not healthy," Hinata retorts with that permanently annoyed face of his. Peeling his long coat off his shoulders, he removes the woolen gloves he has on, caked with dirt, continuing his sentence, "Did you eat at least?"
"Drank water."
"Something's off about you," he points out, hanging the coat against the back of the chair. He keeps a distance from her, cocking his head in confusion. Seconds after this, his expression morphs into one of shock, raising his hands frantically, "Wait—if it's about this morning—I didn't mean to, uh—don't hold it against me!" he apologises, rubbing the back of his neck, mortified.
