Kick.

After returning to the base, T/i dreamed of only one thing in the world - to get home and finally go to bed and sleep.

The day had been incredibly exhausting. The training began before dawn, followed by debriefings, reports, drills, and endless orders from command. By evening, she felt as if she still had a full load of ammunition on her shoulders.

Once home, she forced herself to go through her usual routine: take a shower, unpack, cook something quickly, and check her messages.

Only after that did Y/n allow herself to fall onto the bed.

Do not lie down.

Precisely to fall.

The mattress creaked pleasantly as it accepted her weight, and the soft pillow was so comfortable that she quietly moaned with relief throughout her body.

“Finally…,” she whispers, relief filling her body.

The eyes began to stick together and then close on their own.

She was almost asleep when she heard quiet footsteps in the corridor with her left ear.

Y/n lazily turned her head towards the noise.

Kick stood in the doorway.

He was wearing shorts and a loose T-shirt. His hair was slightly tousled from his shower, and a familiar, sly smile played on his lips, a smile that didn't bode well.

Seeing her half-asleep state, he chuckled silently.
Then he walked up to the bed and suddenly sat down right on the floor next to her.
Kick crossed his arms on the edge of the mattress, resting his chin on them and looking up at Y/n.

There was a twinkle in his eyes and seeing her state he decided to piss her off a little.

“To bed, and without me?” he asks quietly in a mischievous voice, looking at her face.