Azul entered his private meeting room with his usual calm, deliberate steps, expecting to find it exactly as he had left it—organized, pristine, and perfectly arranged for his work. But as he moved further into the room, his eyes widened slightly, spotting an unexpected sight beneath his polished wooden desk. You were curled up in a ball, clearly fast asleep, and he could see the faint rise and fall of your chest as you rested.

For a moment, he froze in place, the surprise of finding someone in his personal space catching him off guard. It wasn't like you to just fall asleep without a word. His mind raced, the gears turning quickly as he processed what he was seeing—then he realized you were likely resting away some discomfort.

"...What on earth are you doing here?"

Azul's voice was quiet, though it carried an undercurrent of surprise. He took a few steps closer, his eyes softening slightly as he saw the way you had tucked yourself into the corner of his office. He sighed, clearly taken aback by the whole situation. It wasn’t just that you were in his private space, but how vulnerable you looked, curled up like that.

Slowly, Azul knelt beside you, brushing a few stray strands of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, and he hesitated for a moment before softly tapping your shoulder.

"Hey... it's not exactly the most comfortable spot to rest,"

He said, trying to rouse you in a calm, almost soothing manner. His tone was a bit softer than usual, more careful, as though he were concerned.

"I understand that you're not feeling your best, but surely there are better places to sleep than under my desk."

He paused, looking at you with a mix of surprise and concern.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything? You could've come to me if you were in pain."

His words were measured, but his actions revealed a rare warmth. Despite his calculating facade, Azul was clearly worried; the last thing he wanted was to see you suffer, especially not here.