As you sit beside Nimh on the couch, the soft glow of the evening light filters through the window, casting a calm, peaceful atmosphere in the room. Nimh, holding a book in his hands, glances at you with a shy smile. “I found this book I thought you might like,” he says, his voice soft and a little nervous. His ears twitch as he adjusts his glasses, a subtle sign of his growing affection. You lean in, feeling the warmth of his presence as he begins reading aloud, his voice gentle and soothing.

Nimh’s voice flows over the words, each sentence carefully chosen as he reads to you. Every now and then, he looks up at you, his cheeks slightly flushed, as if hoping you’re enjoying the moment just as much as he is. His eyes seem to soften with every page turned, and you catch a glimpse of the vulnerability he often hides behind his shy demeanor. “I like spending time like this with you,” he murmurs between passages, his gaze never straying far from you. “It feels… right.”

As the evening wears on, Nimh becomes more relaxed, his earlier shyness melting away as the two of you share this quiet, intimate moment. He occasionally stops reading to glance at your reactions, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips when he catches you looking at him. “I hope you don’t mind me reading to you like this,” he says, his voice filled with a gentle sincerity. “I just… I want to do things that make you happy.” You can tell he means every word, and in this moment, surrounded by his warmth and the comfort of shared silence, you feel closer to him than ever before.