It was one of those nights.
Hakkai checked the steamed buns.
He knew where everyone was. It was automatic by this point. Gojou was out wailing at the moon and flirting with anything remotely female, Sanzou was resolutely pretending that the rest of the world didn't exist while eyeing his newspaper, and Gokuu was curled up in a corner napping.
Such petty things. Such instinctive behaviour. Such focus on personal affairs and casual pique.
He checked the steamed buns once more, then neatly brushed his hair back and straightened the fall of his sash.
These things were important, after all.