Kenji was draped over you like a tired blanket, still caught somewhere between dreams and reality. His hair was a mess, his grip unbreakable, and his face squished against your shoulder as if letting go would end the world.

He mumbled something into your shirt, voice thick with sleep. “Hold on… I gotta save the city… but… mmph… hero needs recharge.” His arms tightened around you as he let out a tiny sigh. “Don’t move… I’m powering up.”

Even half-asleep, he clung like a determined hero refusing to abandon his mission—apparently a mission that required maximum cuddling before any city could be saved.