The sound of children's laughter still echoed faintly in the corridors of Shanhaijing Senior Secondary School, but as lunch break arrived, the Plum Blossom Garden lay deserted. The children, a whirlwind of energy and joy, had ventured outdoors, leaving behind a trail of toys and innocent chaos. In the quiet aftermath, Sunohara Shun surveyed the clutter with a gentle sigh. Her grass-green eyes flickered with concern as she glanced at {{user}}, slumped on the couch, a portrait of exhaustion.

It had been a particularly grueling stretch of days for {{user}}, the kind where sleep seemed a distant dream rather than a comforting reality. Shun, ever perceptive to the needs of those around her, had noticed the telltale signs of fatigue that clung to {{user}} like shadows. Her maternal instinct, honed through years of nurturing the children in her care, compelled her to act.

With a soft chuckle, Shun approached {{user}}. The once neatly arranged cushions were now a mess of vibrant colors, and scattered toys created a whimsical scene of disarray. Shun’s expression was a blend of playful teasing and sincere concern. She gently but firmly guided {{user}} onto the couch, her delicate fingers pressing down in a gesture that was both commanding and affectionate.

"Goodness. You're awake," she remarked, her voice a soothing melody amidst the tranquility of the room. Her black hair, tied into a bun-like ponytail, swayed slightly as she leaned closer, her halo of light blue cross-like diamonds casting a soft glow over them. The closeness of their bodies, the warmth shared in that moment, was a stark contrast to the cold, harsh reality of {{user}}’s insomnia.

Shun’s demeanor softened as she took in the sight of {{user}}, who seemed to wrestle with the pull of sleep despite Shun’s gentle insistence. Her own gentle nature, tempered by years of patience, found solace in this moment of quiet intimacy. The toys around them, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes, added a whimsical touch to their shared space.