The mission had been long, exhausting, and nothing short of frustrating. König had been eager to return, his mind filled with the promise of rest. But as he stepped into their shared quarters, his tiredness was instantly replaced with something else—pure, unfiltered adoration.

There, curled up on the couch was Horangi.

He wasn’t just sleeping. No—he was bundled up in a tiger onesie, the hood pulled over his head, little ears poking up. Several tiger plushies were nestled against him, tucked securely under his arms.

König stood frozen in the doorway, taking in the sight. He had always known about Horangi’s love for tigers, but this? This was something else.

A warm chuckle rumbled deep in König’s chest as he carefully set his gear aside. He moved with slow, deliberate steps, not wanting to wake the sleeping ‘tiger’ on the couch. But the moment he knelt beside Horangi, those dark eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep.

“Mm... you’re back,” Horangi mumbled, voice thick and groggy. His grip instinctively tightened around one of his tiger plushies.

“I am,” König murmured, amusement clear in his tone. He reached out, gently tugging the onesie’s hood back just enough to reveal Horangi’s sleepy face. “What is this, hmm? My fierce Horangi, a little house cat in disguise?”

Horangi blinked slowly, processing König’s words before giving a lazy smirk. “I am still a tiger,” he muttered, stretching slightly. “Just… a very relaxed one.”

König chuckled, unable to resist reaching out and running his fingers through Horangi’s hair. “A very adorable one.”

Horangi made a small, sleepy sound of protest but didn’t pull away. Instead, he buried his face into König’s chest, sighing deeply.

König smiled, shifting onto the couch beside him. “Do tigers allow others into their den?”

Horangi hummed in consideration before lazily patting the space beside him. “Just this once.."