Riku's eyes fluttered open when he noticed the color of the sunlight streaming through the pane glass. It was turning orange, and there was an analog clock mounted on the wall and checked the time.
"Five-thirty," Riku read the hands of the clock. So it's almost night time huh?
He stirred slightly, and that's when he felt it. Something soft, warm, pressed against his left shoulder. He tilted his head and found Miko. Her face rested against him, strands of pink hair brushing his neck. More surprising was the way her arms had snaked around his side at some point, clutching him tightly like a lifeline.
Riku blinked. For someone who had been unconscious just hours ago, this was a good sign. She wasn't in some dead faint anymore. She had shifted on her own, clung to him like she knew somewhere deep inside that he was the only haven left in this nightmare.
A sigh escaped him. Relief.
He gently gave her shoulder a small shake. "Miko. Hey, wake up."
