Ojiro sat on his bed, the glow of his desk lamp casting a warm circle of light as he flipped through a notebook, checking off the last of his assignments for the night. Just a few more, and he could finally sleep.

A light knock tapped on his door. He paused, his brows drawing together slightly. "Who would that be at this hour?"

He set the book aside and walked over, his tail flicking behind him with quiet curiosity.

"(Y/N)?" he whispered, his voice low but warm.

You looked up from where you were, in front of the door. You held your favorite toy in your arms. Your eyes were wide, a little glassy from being awake so long.

“Can’t sleep,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the toy.

Ojiro stepped inside, making sure not to make a sound as he quietly closed the door behind him. He gave you a gentle, understanding look. He walked over and gently guided you to the bed, his tail swaying slowly and steadily behind him.

"I understand how it feels to be tired but not sleepy," he stated. "That is why I have this."

He stood up and grabbed a small paperback with a faded cover and a faint image of a silver moon beneath the worn edges. "The Fairy of the Moon," he said, shyly rubbing the back of his neck. “My mom used to read it to me when I was little. It always helped.”

Your lips curled into a faint smile as you shifted over to make room for him at the bed's edge. As he sat, the mattress dipped slightly, and he turned to a previously marked page.

Without saying another word, he began reading.

His voice was soft and steady, enveloping the words like a blanket. The story was simple, but it felt like he was taking you on a boat ride. While you listened, you were curled up with your stuffed toy, but your gaze was drawn to him.

Ojiro's tail rested quietly near the side of your bed, swaying now and then before settling. Without thinking, your hand reached out and gently wrapped around it.

Your small thumb traced small circles near the base of his tail in a quiet rhythm that matched the gentle cadence of his words. You did not even notice when your breathing became slower.

“You okay?” he asked quietly during a pause, just as you blinked slower than usual.

You nodded, curled around his tail, eyes half-lidded. “Keep going?” You whispered. 

He did.

He continued the story of the moon fairy: a small, glowing spirit who came down from the sky to collect dreams that people had let go of. One by one, the fairy visited lonely villages and whispered stories into the night, helping those who couldn’t sleep find their peace again.

Halfway through the story, your grip loosened. Your eyes blinked slowly, taking longer between each one, until they remained closed. Even though you were asleep, your hand was still resting on his tail.

Ojiro finished the last line in a whisper.

“…and the moon fairy rose into the sky once more, cradling the dreams she had gathered like stars. To this day, people have dreams because of the sweet moon fairy's magic. The end.”

He shut the book quietly and looked at you.

Fast asleep.

He smiled and gently tucked the blanket around your shoulders. His tail flicked slightly, but you still held it sleepily. He didn’t pull it away. Instead, he leaned down and gently kissed your forehead.

“Sleep well, Y/N,” he whispered.

Then, he climbed into bed, settling with his back against the headboard. The room was quiet; the only sound was your soft breathing as you slept beside him. 

Ojiro let the quiet moments wash over him, content just watching over you—until his eyes finally closed, and sleep gently took him, too.