You watch him out of the corner of your eye, your protective instincts still on high alert. Next to him sits Inuzuka, who is already dead to the world, snoring softly against the windowpane. Slowly, Izumi’s eyelids flutter closed. His breathing shifts into a heavy, peaceful rhythm. His head begins to tilt, swaying with the gentle rocking of the bus, until it finally comes to rest squarely on Inuzuka’s shoulder.