#murashippo

It was like a gentle pop, eyelids pulling back to reveal blurry vision until the world once again focused. She was vaguely aware of a few things through the fog in her mind:

                       —she had fallen asleep again but this was becoming such a normal occurrence that she hardly gave it much thought anymore.

                                 —until she realized she felt something - someone if the gentle movement of their breathing was any indication - warm pressed against her, their voice cutting through and becoming as clear as her vision.

                       ”Ah I’m sorry I fell asleep on you!”

                       A loud screeching of the chair leg was the only other sound louder than her voice as she sprang up from his side, ears and cheeks red from the mortification.

((-gently nudges you to their ask box and when you're at the edge, pushes you in-))

ɪᴛ's ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sʟᴀᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇ, and oh trust it when it’s been said, he doesn't like when she scolds. Hers is a reprimand of a different nature, this is a person who’s sent him to war, what she says to him means so much more. He grows quiet, the words hang still as he gently cants his head, gathers himself and the shreds of his dignity, stoic about how much it hurts him for her to think that the boy means to him any less than she means to him. reels through his memories till he recalls the feel of her hands on his face, that time not too long ago, and this, this is where Hiyori sets herself apart from the rest, here is what makes her different.                                    -------- ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴs

((It’s not ‘oh my god’, anon. It’s ‘oh my yato’ c8 ))