After a long day of missions, it was always nice to relax. It was both of your favourite thing to do, even if you’d never admit it.

You laid atop him, your head resting just above his shoulder. His hand was grazing your scalp, softly massaging away any tension you may have.

“Mm.”

“{{user}}, you doing okay?”

Usually you were more talkative, just not this time. And of course, Yuichiro noticed— he always did.