Raizen looked at the ceiling because he didn't have anything else he could look at. The colour in his face had begun the slow journey from pink to something more normal, and the recognition that the entire group downstairs was probably about to know exactly what had happened on this rooftop last night - the broad strokes of it, at any rate - had begun to settle into him: A small disaster he was going to have to manage for the rest of the day.
He glanced sideways at Hikari.
She was still laughing into her hand. The other hand - the curled one - had not opened - he noticed that now. Her fingers were closed in the kind of careful fold that a person used when they were holding something small, warm and… Still asleep.
The house was mostly quiet - downstairs a chair scraped, Arashi said something muffled and Keahi said something even more muffled back.
