[It's been a while since he felt warm and comfortable. Since the experiments began he'd lost more and more feeling and thoughts. Like a doll with his strings being cut one by one, he'd faded away within himself. Hinata stretches, relishing in the cool sheets and the warmth he's laying against.
Then he wakes up completely as he realizes he isn't alone. He cries out and jerks back, falling off the side of the bed. His cry turns to a yelp when his back meets cold wooden floor. Hinata rubs his face too dizzy to look up and see just who he's sharing a bed with.]
I'm here for the selfcest. Kamukura or hinata, dun care.
Then he wakes up completely as he realizes he isn't alone. He cries out and jerks back, falling off the side of the bed. His cry turns to a yelp when his back meets cold wooden floor. Hinata rubs his face too dizzy to look up and see just who he's sharing a bed with.]