He doesn’t black out, he knows that much, but he does lose all track of everything in those following moments. Doesn’t know why, but comes to with Shimizu tucked against one side of him, matching him in an attempt to regain some kind of control over the oxygen in his lungs. He blinks his eyes open to find Michimiya with a wet towel, cleaning them both off before tossing it off somewhere near the bathroom, before settling on the other side of Kiyoko.

Daichi turns, letting Shimizu’s body shift back against his chest and his arm fall over her waist. He turns, and catches eyes with Michimiya, who has settled her head on the pillow at his eye level, right over Shimizu’s head. She smiles, and he smiles back, watching as she lifts her head just enough to reach forward and kiss him.

He wonders if she can taste her girlfriend on his tongue, but the thought starts to make him feel a bit too warm all at once, so he pushes it away. He knows she can’t read his mind, but the grin she has when she pulls away makes him question that fact. Just for a moment.

“That was nice.” She says, as she settles back down against the pillow. Shimizu makes a noise, something like a content hum, her fingers intertwined with Michimiya’s hand against the bed. Daichi chuckles softly, tiredly, as he lets that heaviness creep up his legs.

“Yeah.” He agrees, liking the way the bed smells like both of them. All three of them. He blinks and sees Michimiya watching him. “Really nice.”

She laughs as well, before reaching out with her free hand to run her fingers through his damp hair. “Sleep.”

So he does.