(When silence settled over the apartment and Ahmed ensured that Misaki and Honoka's breathing had become steady, he sat for a moment watching them from afar. The exhaustion was etched on their features, but the sleep that overcame them finally seemed merciful—as if it were a hidden bandage for all they had endured. Ahmed rose with extreme care, cautious not to wake them, put on his coat, and stepped out into the city night.)
(The streets were nearly deserted, the air crisp and cold. He headed to a late-night store and carefully selected two warm floor mattresses, soft blankets, and extra pillows. He thought neither of the cost nor his own fatigue; his only concern was providing them with a safe slumber that felt like home.)
(He returned to the apartment with light steps, arranging the mattresses side by side, ensuring the covers were snug and warm. He cast one last reassuring glance, then sat a short distance away, leaning against the wall. His eyes never closed. The night passed slowly, his thoughts drifting between what had transpired, what could have happened, and a silent promise he had made to himself to protect them.)
(Whenever one of them stirred in her sleep, he would rise quietly to adjust the blanket, then return to his post. As dawn approached, a faint light began to seep through the window, bringing with it a warm sense of reassurance. Ahmed breathed deeply. The night had passed in peace… and that alone was enough.)