The Weakest Link

When I awoke, Hikaru was comfortably snoring on the bed next to me. I took a moment to admire the sight of their perfectly toned chest rising and falling in a calculated rhythm. I glanced over at my bedside table to check the time and noticed the box of spring rolls and mostly full glass of water.

When I sat up, my head was overcome with a shooting pain. I rubbed my forehead with a few fingers, trying to piece together the evening prior. I still had a few hours before my first class, plenty of time to get my head right, make breakfast, take a shower, and prepare for the day. I yawned heavily and stretched my arms as high as they would go. I stood up gently, trying not to wake Hikaru.

I wondered if they had a bed. If the pack usually sticks to the grounds, does that mean they live in shacks? What if they sleep in their truck? I rubbed my face and grabbed the spring rolls before moving toward the kitchen.