[Fortunately (or unfortunately) for Hitori, the minute his head hits the pillow and his eyes close, he stops being able to make sense of the thoughts he's left to.
Shadows and kings dance behind his eyes. They make him dizzy even while he's laying still. And twenty minutes could have very well be twelve hours for Hitori. He isn't able to tell the difference.
He's not even sure how he can tell when Nageki returns to him. It's not like he can differentiate Nageki's heat from the heat already consuming him. Maybe it's his aura. Or how, when he returns, the shadows and kings back off. God, he loves Nageki. Nageki makes everything better.
Hitori's obviously a little delirious but now also feeling very fond. So even though he can't even totally open his eyes, his smile is extra dopey.] Nageki..
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Shadows and kings dance behind his eyes. They make him dizzy even while he's laying still. And twenty minutes could have very well be twelve hours for Hitori. He isn't able to tell the difference.
He's not even sure how he can tell when Nageki returns to him. It's not like he can differentiate Nageki's heat from the heat already consuming him. Maybe it's his aura. Or how, when he returns, the shadows and kings back off. God, he loves Nageki. Nageki makes everything better.
Hitori's obviously a little delirious but now also feeling very fond. So even though he can't even totally open his eyes, his smile is extra dopey.] Nageki..