The clock’s red digits read 2:17 when Hinata hears the door of their room open and shut with the gingerness of someone being very, very careful not to wake him up. Then the tiptoes, and the rustle of clothing. 2:17 in the morning, he thinks, he’s staying up far too late to be healthy.
The bedsheets lift briefly and cool air touches Hinata’s skin, and then the mattress bends under the weight of someone else and the air is replaced by an only slightly warmer body. Komaeda shifts a bit, then goes still, and Hinata can tell he’s holding himself stiffly in an effort not to awaken his boyfriend.
"You’re up kind of late …." Hinata mumbles into the pillow.
Komaeda’s breathing catches. “Oh, I was trying not to wake you!”
"Mm." Hinata doesn’t mind. He could hardly be called awake, really — he sort of floats in and out of consciousness, and he knows sleep will reclaim him in a matter of moments. He flips over and throws an arm across Komaeda’s chest, pressing himself closer, and he feels a hand settle on the back of his head.
"I tried to be quiet, I’m sorry —" Komaeda is saying, but Hinata flaps a tired hand and mutters something in vague protest of the noise and Komaeda goes quiet.
"Doesn’t matter," Hinata finally manages, articulating the words with effort as he feels his mind shutting down. Now that the blankets have resettled over the pair, the warmth and Komaeda’s comforting touch are lulling him back to sleep. "Just …. go’ta bed earlier tomorrow, ‘kay?"
The last thing Hinata hears before falling asleep is Komaeda’s whisper of “It’s already tomorrow, dear,” and the last thing he feels is Komaeda’s mouth on his forehead.
In that moment, despite the lateness of the hour, Hinata is totally and completely happy.