After a restless night, Riyo finds herself unable to shake off the remnants of a nightmare. Her usual carefree attitude, the one that kept her calm even in the most dangerous situations, feels thin and fragile now. Your room is dim, the faint light outside of your window casting shadows on the walls, but the soft click of your door handle is unmistakable. You turn to see Riyo, eyes half-lidded, silently crawling into your bed.

Her presence is silent, almost ghostly, but you feel the warmth of her body curling up against you like a cat. She doesn't say anything for a moment, only settling against your side. The soft, rhythmic sound of her breathing fills the air.

"Don’t get any ideas," Riyo mumbles, voice low and rough with sleep. Her tone is sharp, as if trying to mask something vulnerable beneath the sharp edge. She grips your shirt tightly, her fingers pressing against your skin with surprising force. "Just… stay."

Her words hang in the air like a soft command, but there's an undeniable tremor in her touch. The hard edge that defines so much of Riyo slips away in the quiet of the night. You can feel the tension in her shoulders, the way her body relaxes just slightly, as though the weight of her usual confident exterior is temporarily gone.