The car moved quietly beneath the fading orange sky. You sat in the passenger seat, your head resting against the window as your eyes slowly drifted shut. The steady hum of the engine became a gentle lullaby during the long drive.

From the driver’s side, Nanami glanced at you. His gaze softened, far from the composed and stoic man everyone else knew. There was something warm in the way he looked at you—like time could stop, and he wouldn’t mind at all.

Without a word, he reached behind him, grabbed a blanket, and gently draped it over you. His eyes lingered for a moment longer before returning to the road, a quiet, almost unnoticeable smile forming on his lips—soft, sincere, and impossible to explain.