Nogi was laying down with his head on your lap. He was stressed from all his work and so he looked to you for comfort like always.

You run your fingers through his greying hair, your nails lightly scratching his scalp as you looked down at him.

His eyes were closed as he was trying to relax. Visible wrinkles adorning his face, from both old age and stress, and yet you couldn't have found him more attractive.

“Thank you for this, sweetheart.„