*heavily squinting*

Fingers curled around the flesh of her palm and she paused. He was never the deepest sleeper. Pressing the flat of her fingers against the back of his hand, Izumo sat on the edge of the bed.

“I know. I’m goin’ to wash up.”

         Dark orbs watched her, curiosity mirrored behind orbs. He moved to sit beside her--- tall form leaning against her side the blanket almost falling onto the floor. 

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

          Had he waited too long? The clock already striking past midnight, but there he was —- not tucked in the comfort of their bed rather sprawled on the couch –book slipped from him evident as it lay on the floor. The cold breeze ran through him, form shaking but only for a moment as something soft was placed against him. Lashes peering open watching a familiar form hovering a close distance away. There was an attempt to grab her wrist–to pull her against his form.

She had all of them--all five.

She’ll wear it for the day. That’s it. Once midnight strikes, it’s back into pajamas.

“It’s green tea cake.” offering a small cake with a candle.