[Hirashi Mizuki has succumbed to a deep slumber]
Mizuki awakes the next morning to the warmth of two people in her bed, and a sore arm. She tries to sit up, but feels the weight of Hinata's arm against it. She tries to nudge her hand out from under his head with as little force as she can, trying not to wake him.
Her body clock has gotten accustomed to waking her up early in the morning, to the point she doesn't even need to look out of the window to verify her suspicions.
The room is still dark, and rather cold, since the sun is yet to rise, so once she has managed to sneak away from him, she tucks him properly under the blanket.
Before leaving the room properly, she catches one last glimpse of his peaceful, sleeping face, fringe falling over his eyes. It's one of the few times where he doesn't have a god-awful smirk on his face, or some twisted form of concern over matters he worries too much about.
