It's been a long time since I've done a Zabrooks oneshot but c'mon, did you not expect me to revisit one of my favorite OTPs?

Set a few years into the future.

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"Brooks?" Zane called, knocking on his girlfriend's door.

A few seconds later, Brooks opened the door. She was dressed in a black SHIHOM t-shirt and sweatpants. Her hair was a complete mess, and her eyes were slightly bloodshot.

"Hey," she said, giving him a tired smile. "Something up?"

Zane frowned and stepped inside. "Are you okay? You look tired."

"No, I'm fine..." her eyes widened. "I totally forgot about our movie night! I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you soon-"

"No, it's fine," Zane said, glancing over at her desk, where her laptop was open and the rest of the surface was covered in notebooks and papers. "I was just worried. What are you doing?"

"Nothing," she said. "Just a bit of work."

Zane spotted a coffee cup on her desk. Brooks never drank coffee, except in emergencies.

"Brooks?"

"Hm?"

"When was the last time you slept?"

The ha'nawal pursed her lips. "Not important."

"Yes, it is. Be honest."

"Fine," Brooks huffed and rubbed her eyes. "Two days. But it's fine, really. I just have to finish this essay for college and-"

Zane grabbed her hands. "And nothing, Brooks. You need to sleep. What if some demons attack and you can barely open your eyes?"

"That's me every morning, Zane," she said, trying to make light of the situation.

"C'mon," he said, tugging her away from her desk. "You're gonna sleep tonight."

She pulled back. "Five more minutes. Let me finish this paragraph."

"How long is a paragraph?"

"Three more sentences, tops."

Zane didn't want to, but Brooks gave him her best puppy eyes, and he relented. "Fine. Five minutes."

She walked back over to her desk. Zane followed, wrapping his arms around her from behind as she typed.

A minute or so later, she closed the laptop. "Okay, done."

Zane smiled and released her from his grip. "Now, you're gonna sleep."

Brooks stood up, crossing her arms over her chest. "But what if I don't wanna?"

Zane raised an eyebrow, and she smirked playfully. Suddenly, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to her bed at the other end of the room. She laughed and clung to his chest. He tossed her down gently.

"'Night, Brooks," Zane said, still grinning. He turned to leave, but she caught his wrist.

"Stay?" She asked, giving him the puppy-dog-eyes again.

Zane looked at her for a moment before relenting. "Fine," he said, climbing onto the mattress.

"Yay," Brooks gave him a quick peck before snuggling into his side. He smirked and stroked her hair.

"Y'know," he started.

"What?" Brooks murmured, already half-asleep.

"You're cute when you're tired."

She yawned. "You're lucky I'm not gonna punch you for saying that."

"I-"

"Not yet, anyway," she corrected herself before closing her eyes.

Zane didn't dare contradict her. He kissed the top of her head, wrapped his arms around her, and fell asleep faster than you could say Ah-Uaynih (Mayan goddess of sleep).