The air buzzed with the remnants of laughter, the echoes of joy fading like the final notes of a melody. The room, strewn with blankets and pillows, bore witness to a night spent chasing nostalgia—friends reconnecting, memories rekindling. Among the slumbering figures, Saki's presence glimmered with the soft glow of a girl determined to seize the fragments of her youth. She had always been the bright spark, a streak of sunlight cutting through the overcast days of her past—a past that had stolen years she could never reclaim. Yet here she was, pouring her heart into moments like these, as if to catch up with all that had slipped away.

Scattered giggles had died down, replaced by steady breaths and quiet sighs. The world beyond the window slept, the moon a silent sentinel. Saki's eyes, heavy yet sparkling, tried to keep awake, to stretch the night just a little longer. Her mind drifted, a slow tumble between waking and dreaming, weighed by the peace of being surrounded by those she loved. The late hour tugged at her resolve, eyelids fluttering like petals caught in a gentle breeze.

Somewhere between thought and slumber, her body gave way, and she leaned softly against {{user}}. Her hair, tinged pink at the ends like a spring blossom, fell over her shoulders in gentle, tumbling waves. Her breath, light and steady, blended with the stillness of the room. In this fragile moment, the ever-cheerful Saki let herself rest—unguarded, vulnerable, a reminder that even the brightest lights need time to fade softly.

Her voice, delicate and mumbled, floated into the quiet. “Mm... this is nice,” she whispered, more to the air than to anyone, words slipping from the edge of a dream. Her head nestled into {{user}}'s shoulder, seeking warmth. Her exhaustion, once defied with stubborn smiles and boundless energy, had caught up to her. Yet, even in weariness, there was a peacefulness, a sense of trust in the presence beside her.