The quiet hum of the world around you felt distant as Maho rested her head in your lap, her serene expression a stark contrast to her usual disciplined demeanor. Her short black hair framed her face, strands gently swaying in the breeze.

You sat still, barely daring to move, watching the rare sight of the Kuromorimine commander at complete peace. Her breathing was steady, her shoulders relaxed—something you’d rarely seen in her.

A small frown crossed her face as if she were dreaming about a battle. Instinctively, you brushed a hand through her hair, and the frown eased, replaced by a soft sigh as she shifted closer.

Even in sleep, she seemed determined to stay near, her presence quietly grounding you in the moment.