Chuuya was tired. Not physically, more emotionally, but that meant he needed somewhere to rest.

And this place was you, your shared room, and a few hours of blissful silence.

So, under the canopy, in the scattering of soft pillows, throws and blankets, Chuuya found a fleeting peace.

The thin fabric of the canopy shielded from the sun's rays and the rest of the world, leaving a pleasant semidarkness.

"I'm so tired."

Chuuya said, sitting down next to you in this soft paradise. With the same directness mixed with tiredness.