[Hifumi's sounding very sleepy now, and his smile looks a little softer around the edges. He's trying to think of what he can do to pay Gentaro back already, though idly and slowly as his adrenaline crash settles over him. He does try to keep his eyes open long enough to get the blanket settled, even though his feet peek out at the other end. Ultimately, he drifts off with a lingering smile, hands folded on his stomach.
And then he's quiet. He's quiet for a long time, not a peep, no snoring, no labored breathing, just absolute silence that's the opposite of the racket he's been causing in Gentaro's apartment for the last hour or so.
The sun rises higher in the sky, and Hifumi's phone ever so quietly vibrates a couple of times with new messages, but he doesn't budge.
Until.
He does.
And when he does so, it's sudden, almost violent, curling to one side with a sharp intake of breath, a hand flailing out in front of him, followed by a whimper and, distinctly, the word "stop". After a few moments, he flops back onto his back just as suddenly, but his hands are restless, pulling at his hair, half clawing his face, pushing away something he must be seeing in a dream. And the protests happen again, "no" and "stop" and "why"...]
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[Hifumi's sounding very sleepy now, and his smile looks a little softer around the edges. He's trying to think of what he can do to pay Gentaro back already, though idly and slowly as his adrenaline crash settles over him. He does try to keep his eyes open long enough to get the blanket settled, even though his feet peek out at the other end. Ultimately, he drifts off with a lingering smile, hands folded on his stomach.
And then he's quiet. He's quiet for a long time, not a peep, no snoring, no labored breathing, just absolute silence that's the opposite of the racket he's been causing in Gentaro's apartment for the last hour or so.
The sun rises higher in the sky, and Hifumi's phone ever so quietly vibrates a couple of times with new messages, but he doesn't budge.
Until.
He does.
And when he does so, it's sudden, almost violent, curling to one side with a sharp intake of breath, a hand flailing out in front of him, followed by a whimper and, distinctly, the word "stop". After a few moments, he flops back onto his back just as suddenly, but his hands are restless, pulling at his hair, half clawing his face, pushing away something he must be seeing in a dream. And the protests happen again, "no" and "stop" and "why"...]