[ Even at this hour, there's evidence in the bedroom that Nishikiyama had already been awake at some pointβ by the green bottle of anti-nausea supplement on the nightstand and half-finished Pocari Sweat. He'd already pondered the same thing around 4 in the morning but decided he hadn't cared enough to make a scene or wake Mine up to ask about it. On Nishikiyama's end of the bed, he's got some of the bedsheets wrapped around himself with a train tailing from his lower back. The fabric tugs across the surface of linen when he hears Mine stir. He's a fairly light sleeper these days.
His eyebrows twitch and his knees pull up some, but he doesn't want to open his eyes. He listens, though, studying how Mine will digest the scene placed around him. ]
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His eyebrows twitch and his knees pull up some, but he doesn't want to open his eyes. He listens, though, studying how Mine will digest the scene placed around him. ]