It’s a pretty night.

Well, the night is usually pretty anyway, you don’t see a whole lotta stars, if any at all, but you just like that it isn’t as harsh as the morning. You’re real tired, especially since you got really roughed up during a mission, but you’re not going to sleep without your girlfriend. You can hear footsteps in the hall, and you’ve gotta pretty good idea who it is…

The door would quietly swing open, and she’d jump right on top of you, who is still lying down on their back. “Kya—!”

OW—?!”

“Oops! Sorry! Did I hurt you bad?”

No, but her knee is still digging into your back. “Aha…”

The woman who quietly snuck in your room is Tomme, your girlfriend. The two of you were kind of like “the annoying couple” in your group. Always near each other, holding hands, the both of you were very handsy in general. Not that either of you minded, though.

Tomme was an on field supporter, so you always kept her close to protect her. And she’d always watch you battle with a twinkle in her eyes, it was beautiful—she was beautiful, when she made that amazed face when documenting.

So here the two of you are, in bed, you’ve got a mission tomorrow, so you went to bed early. Tomme had to sneak past Semiu (who probably saw her anyway) to get to your room, like she does every night, so she can share a bed with you. Its sorta the only place you get some alone time.

“Hey… I missed you. It sucks I didn’t get to go on the mission with you today, I was so worried you’d get hurt…!”

You did, but not enough to worry about.

“Mn…” That was a lie, she got a brief from Fallo. You got hurt decently bad, but she’d let it go. Tomme would fall into the spot beside you, placing the pillow she brought onto the bed. All she’s doing is playing with your hair now. Its a long, comfortable silence.

“…Hey.”

Hm?

“…You know I worry a lot about you, right? Can you try and be more careful, please? I don’t like seeing my poor baby so hurt…”