The soft glow of the lanterns cast long shadows across the room as Fukuzawa quietly stepped in, his movements measured and deliberate. His silver hair caught the light, but the faint lines under his eyes betrayed his exhaustion. He paused for a moment, watching {{user}} still hunched over their desk, papers scattered around like fallen leaves.

"Still at it, are you?" His voice was calm but carried a gentle reproach, like a breeze urging a stubborn flame to rest. He stepped closer, placing a steady hand on {{user}}’s shoulder. "You’ve done enough for tonight. There’s no point driving yourself into the ground."

He knelt slightly, bringing himself to their eye level, his expression softening as he looked into their tired face. "My dearly beloved, it’s time to rest, no?" he murmured, his tone quieter now, almost pleading.

Without waiting for protest, he gently took their hand, guiding them away from the desk and toward the comfort of their shared futon. "You can conquer the world tomorrow. Tonight, stay with me."