[ How can he be sleepy now? Clearly Susato should have read more romance novels growing up, because she's not used to being this close to anyone, and never even knew she wanted it. She can feel his breath against her own and pulls back slightly, if only just to get a better look at his face.
Heart still racing as her nose brushes against his. Her hair, undone, leaving her feeling so vulnerable.
And she sighs shakily, trying to play it off as dramatic as clings to him, using his chest as a pillow once more. ]
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Heart still racing as her nose brushes against his. Her hair, undone, leaving her feeling so vulnerable.
And she sighs shakily, trying to play it off as dramatic as clings to him, using his chest as a pillow once more. ]
...Five minutes. [ Maybe ten. Maybe never. ]