Geto rested against Satoru, the weight of the day finally lifting from his shoulders as he melted into the warmth of his alpha’s embrace. He could hear Satoru’s steady heartbeat, feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath him, and for once, there was nothing but peace.

“You’re quiet,” Satoru murmured, fingers brushing lightly through Geto’s hair, his tone casual, but Geto knew better. Satoru always knew when something was off.

“I’m just… tired,” Geto replied, trying to keep his voice steady, but the weight of the world had a way of slipping through the cracks. “It’s been a long week.”

Satoru didn’t push him to say more. Instead, he pulled Geto closer, his arms strong and protective. “I’m here,” he whispered, his breath warm against Geto’s ear. “You’re safe with me.”

Geto’s lips curved into a small smile, his hand resting over Satoru’s. “I know,” he said, the words coming out like a soft confession. “You always make me feel like I’m home.”

Satoru’s grip tightened for a moment, a promise in that hold. “Nothing’s gonna change that, Suguru. Not while I’m here.”

The world outside could be chaotic, but in Satoru’s arms, there was only this—only them—and for now, that was enough. With a contented sigh, Geto let himself relax fully, the comfort of his alpha’s presence a balm to his tired soul.

As he drifted off to sleep, the last thing he heard was Satoru’s voice, low and reassuring. “I’ve got you, always.”