In the morning, Daihachi would wake first as always due to his Beast Blood, but this time, he would find Minehime still sleeping soundly in the same bed beside him. Tucked under the covers beside him, she had one hand rested on his rib cage, her other arm tucked against her own stomach, and her legs were tangled with his. Breathing lightly, her face was peaceful, the small crinkle in the middle of her brow now relaxed completely, leaving only a small crease. Lips parted slightly, her breath was sour with the smell of wine from the night before, lips stained red.