Lap pillow (193)

A sudden wave of pain surged through Nakada's head, manifesting as a throbbing migraine. He winced, a hand instinctively reaching to cradle his temple as if to alleviate the discomfort. The strain of the intense match, combined with the mental and physical exertion, seemed to be taking a toll on him.

Anri entered the room, her eyes quickly catching Nakada's pained expression. Recognizing his discomfort, she swiftly produced a medicine pill and handed it to him. Nakada, however, pointed out the missing element for taking the pill.

"How do you expect me to take the pill without any water?" Nakada questioned, a hint of mild amusement in his voice. Anri, momentarily flustered, realized her oversight and promptly retrieved a bottle of water.

She handed it to Nakada, ensuring he had the means to swallow the pill more comfortably.

As Nakada felt the pill start to take effect, he leaned back, his eyes briefly closing to savor the relief from the persistent headache. Anri, observing from a distance, returned with a thoughtful expression.

"Feeling better?" she inquired, her eyes betraying a genuine concern.

Nakada nodded appreciatively, "Yeah, thanks for the save Anri"

Nakada held his head in his hands,the pain was slowly leaving him.

"How long was i unconscious for"Nakada said looking at her eyes.

Anri, with a measured tone, responded, "You were unconscious for around 3 days. The intensity of the match and the strain on your body and mind took a toll."

"3 actual days..huh i didnt expect that"Nakada said before letting out a yawn

Anri's measured tone held a hint of concern as she clarified, "Yes, three actual days. The match pushed you to your limits, and your body needed the time to recover fully."

Nakada processed the information with a raised eyebrow, the realization of the extended duration bringing a thoughtful expression to his face. As he let out a yawn, the accumulated fatigue from both the match and the subsequent unconsciousness became apparent.

Nakada let out another tired yawn, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, signaling that he was on the verge of drifting back into slumber.

"If you're sleepy, then please sleep. Your body needs rest," Anri gently advised. Nakada, however, responded with a hint of stubbornness in his tone, "I don't like the way the hospital bed feels, so I can stay awake."

Despite his determination, Nakada's drooping eyelids and the weariness etched on his face contradicted his words. It was evident that while his spirit might be resilient, the physical toll of the match and subsequent unconsciousness had taken a toll on him, urging his body to surrender to much-needed rest.

"If you don't want to sleep on the hospital bed, what about my lap?" Anri suggested, a surprising warmth in her voice as she made the offer.

Nakada, appearing a bit drowsy but intrigued by the proposition, responded, "You sure?"

Anri nodded, her demeanor expressing a blend of concern and a gentle willingness to provide comfort. "Yes," she affirmed.

With that, Anri watched as Nakada shifted position, resting his head on her lap.

The hum of the advanced machinery in the room created a soothing background noise as Nakada succumbed to the call of sleep, finding an unexpected but comforting reprieve in the unconventional makeshift pillow.

As Nakada settled his head on Anri's lap, a subtle blush tinted her cheeks, and she found herself a bit more flustered than she anticipated.

The usually composed and professional demeanor faltered for a moment as the unexpected intimacy of the situation caught her off guard.

Anri, however, quickly regained her composure, letting a small, reassuring smile play on her lips as she observed

Nakada finding a moment of much-needed rest. 

The hospital light above cast a gentle glow on Nakada's sleeping form. His decently long black hair framed his face, and the golden hue of his eyes softened in the tranquil embrace of sleep.

Nakada's caramel-toned skin, rather than pale, took on a subtle warmth under the sterile light. The soft illumination accentuated the natural hues of his complexion, giving his features a healthy and radiant appearance. In this moment of repose.

Anri, sitting beside Nakada as he peacefully slept with his head nestled on her lap, found herself compelled by a quiet tenderness. Gently, her fingers traced a feather-light path along the contours of Nakada's face. The touch was as soft as the brush of a breeze, a gesture born from a mix of concern and an unexpected connection forged in the quiet of the hospital room.

Her touch lingered on the caramel-toned canvas of his skin, the warmth beneath her fingertips reflecting the peacefulness that enveloped Nakada's sleeping form.

As Anri softly caressed Nakada's face, her thoughts became a sanctuary for unspoken reflections. The quiet hum of the machines provided a backdrop to her contemplation.

He's usually a formidable presence on the field - sharp, focused, driven by an unyielding determination.

But here, in this quiet moment of vulnerability, he looks so different.

His features, softened by his sleep,he looked so adorable,she felt happy that she was able to see a side of him that few get to see.

The golden glow of his eyes was replaced by a peaceful serenity. It's almost as if the competitive edge he usually had melted away, leaving behind a person with dreams and aspirations, just like anyone else.

I wonder about the weight he carries, the expectations, the constant push for perfection.

He probably thrive in it