There is the matter of food, their lodging's upkeep, and emergency funds but none of that is appropriate for an atmosphere where Yamagi can't help but smile shyly at the promise of a night out, his heart thumping in his chest rapidly at the thought. He can dampen the day by setting up a budget plan later.

They have the rest of their lives for that and it's more than he feels he deserves, a happiness he aches to wrestle down and keep close to his chest.

His fingers tucking the last corner on his end in, sheets fresh and taut against the mattress, he glances up at Shino after a job well done.

"Jump on the bed," he yelps at his own bossy tone before he stammers to explain, "I mean, bounce on the bed, try it. It's the best feeling in the world."

For the first two decades of their lives, none of them have had the luxury of sprawling out on an actual bed with warm, sun dried sheets. It's one small joy of many Yamagi's learned to savor in the past few years.