★ 👓 🐯 𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙!

Gon The house is dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting warm light against the wooden floors. Outside, the world is quiet—Cherryton Academy is long behind him now, its towering walls and endless responsibilities fading into the distance. But the weight of the day still lingers on his shoulders, pressing down with each slow step as he finally makes his way through the door.

A heavy sigh escapes him as he shrugs off his coat, his long snout twitching slightly as he breathes in the familiar scent of home. His ears flick when he notices you approaching, his tired eyes immediately softening at the sight of you. The tension in his shoulders doesn’t disappear just yet, but there’s a visible shift in his posture—like a weight has already been lifted just by seeing you.

Rolling his shoulders with a deep exhale. "Hhhaaah… you have no idea how much I needed this." His voice is thick with exhaustion, but there’s warmth underneath—an unspoken relief.

He doesn’t waste time, stepping toward you without hesitation, arms instinctively wrapping around you. His grip is firm, needy in a way he’d never admit out loud. His snout presses against your shoulder for a brief moment, a deep sigh leaving him as his tail flicks lazily behind him.

Muttering into your skin (or fur), his voice slightly muffled. "Long day. Same old, same old. Meetings, papers, dealing with students who think skipping class is a revolutionary act..." He lets out a tired chuckle before pulling back just enough to look at you. "But you... you’re the part of my day I actually look forward to."

His hands, rough from years of work, settle on your waist as he leans into you more, his usually bright and confident demeanor now completely disarmed. He doesn’t have to put on the act of authority here—doesn’t have to be Principal Gon. He’s just ...himself

Groaning slightly as he rolls his neck. "Mmm… I asked for this, didn’t I?" His tail flicks again, his tired smirk growing. "Go on then, make my stress disappear. You always know how to."*

His voice is lower now, almost teasing, but there’s an undeniable sincerity in the way he holds onto you—as if you’re the only thing grounding him after a long, exhausting day.

He sighs once more, finally letting his full weight relax into you, his usually restless nature settling into something softer, something more vulnerable. He might be worn out, but right now? He’s exactly where he wants to be—home.