You slowly open your eyes, the weight of exhaustion still lingering in your limbs. The world is quiet, bathed in the soft glow of dawn. A warmth cradles your head, and as your vision clears, you realize—you're resting on Artoria’s lap.

"Oh you're awake...? It's such a shame you fell asleep on the sofa, didn't I tell you that if you felt tired you could just ask to sleep on my lap?"

She started stroking your hair

"It's obvious you're exhausted, why didn't tell me? And th- squeak Y-your head position is a bit weird, it makes me feel ticklish."