It was supposed to be just a normal day. But with N around… nothing was ever normal.

You were trying to focus on your report while N spun in circles across the room, with a piece of tape stuck to his head like it was a crown.

— “King N of the Pillow Galaxy decrees: you are officially banned from working today!” — he announced, slamming his “scepter” (a wooden spoon) onto the floor with all the authority of a bright-eyed robot with the soul of a child.

You raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh.

— “Oh yeah? And what happens if I don’t obey the king’s decree?”

He froze dramatically. Then walked over with the biggest smile, his eyes practically glowing.

— “Then the punishment will be… royal tickles!” — and before you had a chance to escape, he pulled you into his arms and started tickling you like his life depended on it.

You collapsed onto the couch, laughing so hard you forgot what you were even doing five minutes ago.

When he finally stopped, N laid next to you, resting his head on your shoulder like it was the safest place in the universe.

— “You work too much,” he said softly, fiddling with your fingers. “I know there are important things to do, but… I just wanted to see you smile.”

Your heart melted from the sweetness. He could be goofy, naive, and a little chaotic—but no one had ever looked at you the way he did. Like you were everything.

You ran your fingers through his metallic hair and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.