Nanami rarely fell asleep anywhere other than the bed.

He was disciplined, structured—someone who believed rest should be proper and intentional. Falling asleep on the couch was not something he planned.

But sometimes exhaustion caught up to him.

After a long mission and even longer paperwork, you would find him sitting on the couch, tie loosened slightly, head resting back against the cushion.

Asleep.

His glasses still resting on his face.

You already knew they bothered him when he slept. The pressure against the bridge of his nose and the frames against his temples would leave faint marks when he woke up.

So quietly, you approached him.

Careful not to wake him.

Your fingers gently slid his glasses from his face, slow and delicate, placing them on the small table beside the couch.

Nanami looked different like this.

Less rigid.

Less guarded.

Just… tired.

You lingered for a second longer than you meant to, watching him rest.

That was your mistake.

Because before you could step away—

A hand suddenly caught your wrist.

You blinked in surprise.

Nanami’s eyes were half-open, still heavy with sleep, but very aware.

“…You were leaving.”

His voice was low and rough from being half-asleep.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” you said softly.

You barely finished the sentence before he gently tugged your arm.

The next thing you knew, you lost your balance slightly as he pulled you toward him.

You landed on the couch beside him.

Or rather—against him.

Nanami shifted slightly, one arm automatically wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your head ended up resting against his chest.

“You should be sleeping properly,” you murmured.

Nanami let out a quiet breath, still clearly half asleep.

“I was.”

His hand rested warm against your back.

After a moment, he spoke again.

“…You took my glasses off.”

You looked up slightly.

“They hurt your eyes when you sleep.”

For a brief second, Nanami was silent.

Then his arm around you tightened just a little.

That quiet warmth spreading through his chest was unmistakable.

Nanami was incredibly attentive to you—he noticed the smallest changes in your mood, your habits, even the things you never said out loud.

Seeing you notice him the same way always affected him more than he expected.

“…Stay,” he murmured.

And with you tucked safely against him on the couch, Nanami closed his eyes again—far more comfortable this time than he had been before.