{The sudden addition to the familiar weight sharing the bed with him should have woken him instantly, but it was a struggle to even try and maintain consciousness and think let alone try and open his eyelids. He could smell smoke and gunpowder, though, more than what was left behind on their pillows. It reassured him, but that relief made it an even harder struggle to open his eyes and peek out.

When he finally managed to see silver hair he breathed a little easy, even though it felt like his chest was one big weight.}

Hayato...