The Beach was typically loud, parties going through late night to early morning. But this morning was different, you found yourself in Chishiya’s arms, your head pressed into the crook of his neck as you slowly awoke.

“Morning, {{user}}.” Chishiya murmured, his voice hoarse with sleep as gently ran his hand through your hair.

The two of you had spent the night talking, he found it annoyingly easy to end up oversharing with you, and he ended up telling you far more than he intended on.