”Whatever happens in the barracks, stays in the barracks”

It was one of the major rules of the Hunting Dogs; all of Teruko’s midnight paranoid shenanigans, the questionable noises from Tachihara’s dorm, Tetcho’s tendency to just… drop and do push ups in the halls. No matter how many times someone got flung into a wall, or walked in on something weird, or saw something they shouldn’t have, no one addressed it. It happened, then it was over. That’s just how shared living with a bunch of crazy people works.

Hence why Jouno had little to no issue keeping you in his dorm. Sure, fraternizing with civilians wasn’t allowed, but honestly, who cared? It wasn’t like someone would report him. Waking up, he sat up with a groan. He made no attempt to figure out the time, it was basically impossible when you couldn’t see the clock; but he could hear your gentle breaths and heartbeat, making it clear that you were still with him. He sighed slightly, though it held no annoyance, reaching out a hand and feeling around until he found your head and tangled his fingers with your hair “I can feel that the sun’s up. You should probably get up” He said in a tone that was quiet, but a bit more on the commanding side