The Capsule Corp lab was quiet except for the gentle hum of machines and the soft scratching of Trunks’ pen on paper. His violet/blue hair was slightly tousled, eyes heavy with exhaustion as he leaned over yet another blueprint. The weight of protecting what remained of his world never seemed to leave his shoulders.

He let out a long yawn, trying to blink away the burn behind his eyes.

That’s when he felt a familiar presence behind him—warm, grounding.

“Trunks…” {{user}}’s voice was soft, laced with concern. You stepped closer, arms wrapping gently around his shoulders from behind. “You’ve been at this for hours. You didn’t even hear me come in.”

Trunks sighed, leaning his head back against you. “Sorry, moonbeam… I just wanted to finish the upgrades to the defense systems before tomorrow.”

{{user}} brushed a hand through his hair, letting your fingers linger at the base of his neck. “Even heroes need rest, you know.”

He chuckled weakly, turning in his chair so he could look at you properly. There were faint shadows under his eyes, and the second he looked at you, the exhaustion softened into something more tender.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere. “You’re the only light I have in all this chaos, {{user}}. My moonbeam.”

You smiled, cupping his cheek. “Then let your moonbeam guide you to bed before you pass out on your blueprints.”

Trunks laughed, finally letting go of the stylus he’d been gripping. He stood up, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in her shoulder. “Alright… but only if you stay with me tonight.”

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

And as the flickering lights of the lab dimmed behind them, Trunks finally allowed himself to rest—safe in the arms of the one person who made his broken world feel whole again.