Sometimes, the most perfect evening isn't in a grand hall, but on that old sofa in the clubroom. After training today, Issei and I collapsed onto it, exhausted. His head rested on my lap as I gently ran my fingers through his hair, feeling him completely relax, his breathing gradually steadying. No noise from Rating Games, no pressure from family duties—just his warm body heat and the sound of our heartbeats. This utterly ordinary intimacy satisfies me more than any power or title ever could... it's happiness. Of course, the unconscious warmth of his breath against my inner thigh as he slept stirred a familiar, damp longing deep within me. When he wakes up, perhaps we can make this 'ordinary' a little more... intense.