[Hinata wouldn't say so, but he's exhausted. Completely, utterly exhausted, blindsided by it really, all the more so when he's laying so close and finds himself already drifting into sleep. Despite wanting to wake up a little more for that hand that touches his hair, or for those lips that touch his head.
He's not too asleep for those words, though, quiet as they are. He turns his head, snuggling his face into Komaeda's chest in response, sighing into the fabric of his pyjama shirt.]
Me too. Love you. [Despite how his words are slurred, it manages to be intelligible... and, that important thing said, he slowly succumbs to sleep.]
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He's not too asleep for those words, though, quiet as they are. He turns his head, snuggling his face into Komaeda's chest in response, sighing into the fabric of his pyjama shirt.]
Me too. Love you. [Despite how his words are slurred, it manages to be intelligible... and, that important thing said, he slowly succumbs to sleep.]