After the chaotic dinner, silence finally settled over our table.
Well. Not silence.
More like the aftermath of a natural disaster.
Empty bowls. Half-finished milk. Kael still looking way too satisfied with himself. Zeref occasionally chuckling like he just remembered Lufe's face and couldn't stop.
And Lufe?
Lufe was losing the war.
His head lolled slowly to the side, eyelids drooping as he fought sleep with the determination of someone who had just survived a battlefield.
He lost.
His body tipped.
Straight toward Kael.
The irony was so strong it nearly knocked me out.
The same two who were fighting like a cat and a dog a few minutes ago were now… this.
Lufe collapsed against Kael's arm, cheek squished, breathing soft and even.
Kael blinked once, then adjusted instinctively, one arm sliding under the boy as if he had done it a thousand times.
"The little boss has finally been defeated," he said, voice low and amused. "By sleep."
