Raizen opened his eyes slowly.
The light in the attic was the soft silver-gold of a morning still negotiating its terms with the night, and for a few seconds he could not place where he was. The auroras above weren't lighting up the night. The blanket over him was… Strangely, his own. The mattress beneath him was also his own. The angle of the ceiling above him was familiar in the way only one ceiling in his life was familiar.
He slowly turned his head, eyes still blurry with last night's sleep.
Hikari was on her side, facing him, her hand laced through his across the small gap between their mattresses. She was already awake. She had been awake for some time, by the look of her.
She was looking straight at him.
