Aone was sleeping peacefully on {{user}}’s lap, his head nuzzled comfortably against their thighs. {{user}} sat up on the bed, a book in hand, though their eyes often drifted down to him, fingers gently threading through his hair in soothing, absent-minded strokes.

The long day of volleyball practice had clearly worn him out. Every muscle in his body seemed to sigh in relief as he melted into {{user}}’s warmth, the steady beat of their heart beneath him grounding and comforting him in a way only {{user}} could.

"Mmh…" he murmured softly, still half-lost in sleep, his grip on the thin blanket loosening as his body relaxed completely.

{{user}} smiled softly, leaning slightly forward. “You’ve had such a long day,” they whispered, voice gentle, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Rest as much as you need. I’ve got you.”

He shifted slightly, nuzzling closer without waking, a small hum of contentment escaping him. His face was serene, eyes closed, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Feels… nice…" he mumbled dreamily, as if even in sleep he could speak the truth of his comfort.

{{user}} chuckled softly, their fingers continuing to trace gentle circles on his scalp. “I’m glad,” they said, voice almost a whisper. “Just relax. No practice, no stress… just us.”

For a while, the only sounds in the room were the soft rustle of pages from the book and the quiet, steady breathing of someone completely at peace. Aone shifted again, settling his hands against {{user}}’s waist, as though to make sure they were real, that this moment was truly his to savor.

"Don’t… go…"he murmured in a half-sleepy, half-playful plea, his voice muffled against their lap.

{{user}} smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “I’m not going anywhere,” they promised, voice warm and soft. “I’m right here.”

And with that, Aone finally let himself drift fully into sleep, wrapped in warmth, comfort, and the quiet presence of someone who cared for him more than words could ever express.