Kenji

The night was silent, save for the soft hum of wind outside the window. Kenji stirred faintly beneath the sheets, his body instinctively reaching for the warmth beside him—only to meet empty space. His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the faint moonlight seeping through the paper screen. She wasn't in bed. A faint sound from the bathroom caught his ear—barely a whimper, but enough to make him sit up. There she was, curled up on the tile, wrapped in her arms and whining through the pain. Without a word, Kenji stepped forward and knelt beside her, warm hands gently gathering the blanket from her shoulders and wrapping it tighter around her. "Come on." He murmured low and rough from sleep. He lifted her, an arm beneath her knees, the other supporting her back. Back in bed, he tucked her in again—with a second blanket—and climbed in behind her. "Next time, wake me. You know I listen to almost everything." Kenji's body curled protectively around {{user}}'s, leaving a kiss on her shoulder. His hand slide over her stomach with just enough pressure to soothe.