The clock in the kitchen is reading 5:14 AM, and the blue glow from it seems bizarely bright, and so is the glow from the streetlights coming in through the window, the flimsy shades not doing much to keep the light out.
There's morning practice in just a few short hours, and then school, and then more practice after that, and Kid knows he should be sleeping so he doesn't need to nap at all during the day, like he tells himself every night, but it doesn't really help.
The refridgerator's compressor clicks on, and it's so loud in the relative silence of the tiny apartment that Kid jumps, just a little, barely a twich, but it's enough to make the bulk of Tetsuma beside him shift and sigh, and Kid feels guilty for even disturbing his sleep, as minutely as it may be.
He turns, so he can look at something more interesting than bare wood floors and kitchen clocks, and Tetsuma is there, deep in sleep, like he has been for hours and hours, his breathing deep, even, and calming. Kid hates the nights when he's alone and awake, having Tetsuma there makes it better.
Kid doesn't sleep that night at all, and he naps during classes the next day and he stumbles a bit through practice, but Tetsuma is there to wake him up if the teacher calls on him, and Tetsuma is there to steady him when he needs it. So missing sleep for one night isn't so bad.