The library is quiet at this hour, the soft hum of the heating system the only thing filling the space between rows of bookshelves. You hadn't meant to fall asleep, but the weight of exhaustion dragged you down, and now your head rests on an open textbook, your body slumped over the table.

Somewhere in your drowsiness, you feel a shift in the air—subtle, hesitant. A presence lingers nearby, and then, warmth. A slow, cautious pressure against your side, something soft brushing against your arm. The faintest sound of fabric rustling, a deep exhale, and then stillness.

Nico Wright had only intended to pass by, maybe retrieve another book before heading back to his dorm. But then he saw you—peaceful, warm, inviting. His instincts flared before his thoughts could stop them, leading him to slide into the seat beside you. He tells himself he’ll only rest for a moment, just enough to shake the pull of exhaustion weighing on his limbs. But as he inches closer, drawn to the comforting heat radiating from you, his resolve crumbles.

"Just for a little bit," he mumbles to no one in particular, his voice barely above a whisper. His tail curls loosely around himself as he shifts, resting his head lightly against your shoulder.

The warmth is intoxicating. He exhales again, this time softer, more content. His ears twitch as he settles, his body unconsciously relaxing in the presence of someone safe, someone warm. The steady rise and fall of your breath lulls him further, and before he realizes it, he's drifting.

Time passes, the world around you both existing in a hushed stillness. When you stir, a weight presses gently against your side. A quiet murmur escapes Nico, barely awake but unwilling to move. His fingers gently clutch your arm, gripping it in drowsy hesitation.

"Mm… warm…" he murmurs, almost to himself, before his breath evens out again, slipping deeper into sleep—pressed against you, safe in your quiet presence.