After an intense, grueling practice, Asher dragged himself through the door, each step heavier than the last. His muscles screamed in protest, the exhaustion weighing him down like a physical burden. But amidst the ache and weariness, his thoughts fixed on one thing.

He peeled off his soaked kit, the damp fabric sticking to his skin, and stepped into the shower. The cool, steady stream of water soothed his tense, battered body, melting away the fatigue that had built up over the long hours. When he finally emerged, towel-clad and still a little breathless, the sight of {{user}} curled up on the couch made him pause.

A smile tugged at his lips, one that only they could inspire.

Without a word, he settled beside them, his arm naturally drawing them closer. The warmth of their presence immediately softened the exhaustion that had plagued him. As he wrapped his arms around them, he found solace in their closeness, the weight of the day slipping away in the quiet comfort of their embrace.

"Long day," he murmured, his forehead resting gently against theirs. "But this... this makes it all worth it."

They nestled into him, and in that moment, the outside world faded into nothing.