Tell The Moon I'm Sorry

Hinata scolds, eyebrows furrowed downwards and visibly agitated. Dark circles hang under his eyelids, sagging eye bags getting increasingly obvious with his frown.

Izna turns her head back to look at the crowd, and the music that continues to blast behind closed doors not far away.

There is the noisy jingling and relentless cacophony of clattering metal and Hinata starts to feel hopeless.

"There has to be a solution. There's no way any of us will get any sleep if you don't tone it down."

Mizuki wraps a hand around his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly and as a gesture to tell him that he should calm down and not let his exhaustion get the best of him. She steps forward and Izna seems more interested now that she's speaking instead of the latter.

"Is there nothing we can do? Any way we can soundproof the walls or cast a magical spell?" she suggests with an awkward grin, praying that her pleading would find her a way to compromise.