[ the lack of answer to his question, indeed, answers that. cue a huff. here he's torn between chewing yuu out for being up and about when he should be resting, damnit— alas, it's an argument a bit too hypocritical for him to entertain.

and the hair...! if kimizuki didn't have as massive a personal space of bubble as he does (among other things, including a staunch commitment to stoicism), he might attempt to tame that bedhead into submission. thankfully, this isn't a possibility that even crosses his mind. instead, he shrugs, with an air of feigned nonchalance, at the explanation. ]

Sure.

[ from the cupboard, he retrieves a can of old oatmeal, some leftover syrup. evidence of hard times that would do for a makeshift breakfast. ]

Just don't it affecting you tomorrow. We can't afford careless mistakes because of something stupid like this. [ for all their seemingly-impossible achievements, it's almost humorous that sleep be something so untenable. ]