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[ It's unclear at what point in the night Mitsuru had strayed from her side of the bed (although one could argue it's all her side of the bed as it is in fact her bed) to Akihiko's. Only that at some point during the deepest part of her slumber, she'd drawn herself close to the other source of warmth in the bed: him. Perhaps it's a security thing, comfort - it's probably best not to ask. Not that he can right now.

She's still mostly asleep following Akihiko's small outburst, although beginning to stir towards wakening. She murmurs something incoherent in her slowly waning sleep, soft and sleepy... it's no wonder her hair in particular had seemed to feature in his dream. With her head nestled against his chest, those red locks are definitely in his personal space. ]