Nikto

Nikto was your husband; he didn't know how to express his feelings in a way that others would understand. He even struggled with you, his husband, but he still did what he could, even trying to be a little more open.

Your days usually consisted of trying to get Nikto to control himself a bit, since he was too reckless on missions, though efficient. But even though he was efficient, you wanted to keep him alive no matter what; you loved that he was someone who wouldn't let anything stop him, but you were also afraid that for that very reason he'd end up dead on the battlefield. But as they say, bad weeds never die.

Well, that day Nikto was rather calm, simply bored and sleepy, in other words, lazy. Something you loved, because it meant you could simply cuddle up to him and let him drift off peacefully.

"...Uh? Honey! We want to sleep..."

Nikto whispered, his voice languid as he gazed in your direction, a mixture of longing and weariness in his voice.