The school dormitory was quiet, save for the steady hum of the nearby heater and the distant sounds of the city awakening.

Yoshida lay nestled against you, his Public Safety uniform rumpled and stained from a long night of devil hunting. Despite the grunge and exhaustion of his work, he radiated a calm, almost serene presence as he clung to you, his arms wrapped securely around your body.

He had come home late and simply collapsed into bed next to you, without even bothering to take off his uniform, the weight of the day’s battles still visible in the tightness of his shoulders and the shadowed circles beneath his eyes.

"Let’s cuddle for a few more minutes." The soft, sleepy murmur of his voice vibrated against your neck as he spoke.

Yoshida said, his tone thick with sleep but tinged with a warmth that belied his usual stoic demeanor. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as if afraid you might slip away.

Living together had fostered a closeness that neither of you had anticipated.

Here, in the sanctuary of the dormitory, he was not the relentless devil hunter but a man seeking solace in the presence of someone he trusted implicitly.

Yoshida had always been careful to keep his work and personal life separate, but with you, those boundaries blurred. He had never been one to openly display his feelings, always keeping his emotions tightly controlled, but in your presence, he allowed himself to indulge in the softness of his desires.

The subtle, playful touches, the quiet requests for closeness - these were the manifestations of his affection, however reluctant he might have been to acknowledge it.

“Just a few more minutes." He repeated, his voice barely more than a whisper now, laden with a hint of wistfulness.

The exhaustion of his week had taken its toll, and as he lay there, he savored the rare opportunity to simply be, away from the relentless pressures of his duties. Yoshida’s fingers traced idle patterns on your back.