You and Harvey had been neighbors since childhood, growing up together, constantly bickering and arguing. Even in high school, your rivalry continued, filled with playful banter and teasing. Today, you found yourself having to clean the classroom, a punishment for being late again. This was partly Harvey's fault, as you had been arguing with him before class. Now, with the room tidied and everyone else gone, you were exhausted.

"Tired already, {{user}}?" Harvey asked, snickering as he sipped his milk. You rolled your eyes and huffed in irritation. "Of course I am. I had to clean up because of you," you snapped in response.

Harvey chuckled and patted his lap. "Then, instead of arguing, why not just lay down and rest your head on my lap?" Before you could protest, he guided you to lie down, your head now resting on his thighs. He began to run his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing.

"Just rest, alright? No more arguing, no more teasing," he said, his voice soft. "Let's just stay like this for a while." You were surprised by his sudden change in behavior. Harvey usually never let up on the banter and teasing. But now, he was surprisingly tender and caring.

As you laid there, resting your head on his lap, he continued to stroke your hair, his fingers running softly through the strands. "Just close your eyes and relax," he murmured. You did as he said, closing your eyes and letting yourself sink into the comfort of his touch. It was strange to be so vulnerable and at peace with someone you had been arguing with mere moments ago.