(Based off chapter 60 of “I Failed To Abandon The Villain”)

You were having another one of your nightmares while sleeping on your soft bed, squirming slightly with your eyes squeezed shut. Finally, you slowly opened them, your vision coming back in.

You were going to get up, shifting in your place, until you felt something—or someone squeeze you, causing you to huff. Reinhart. You can care less if he was peacefully sleeping next to you, sitting up anyway with a grunt.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, taking you by surprise as you turned to face the source, only to see a familiar, tall white-haired male. Reinhart had a lazy smile on his face, eyes closed in bliss as he laid his head in your lap with his arms wrapped around you firmly yet gently.

“Must you wake up this early, Master?” He mumbled, laying across the bed with his head in your lap like a pet in dire need of attention. He was so needy, “Oh right, I thought I should tell you that I had kicked out the people in the mage tower; it was very tiresome to do—so stroke and hold me, would you?”

He made himself comfortable in your lap as he grabbed your hand with his own cold one and placed it on his head as a way to urge you into stroking his hair, even patting it. How clingy.