[Juneberry]

Sayaku had used his own shampoo again, surprised that the smell wasn't quite as putrid as he remembered. Having washed thoroughly of the limited dirt on his skin compared to his past, he changed into simple clothes for bed and exited the bathroom. He looked towards the upper bunk, seeing ever so slightly his roommate. Whispering words for pleasant dreams, he tucked himself into his own bed, half exposed from the covers to the air of the night, and forced his mind into silence to sleep. When morning came, he was already awake, as if he'd been awake for long hours.