Chapter Warnings: Mentions of sex.

Though Jhin was certainly an eccentric one with plenty of vigor in which to combat the Yokai, he did occasionally enjoy a bit of solace between them. Mostly, these times would be after sex, a way to wind down so that they could both get some sleep. And, though Yasuo rarely ever slept on his own, with another by his side he was finally able to rest.

When they were not in the afterglow of a breathtaking session, Jhin liked to read. An avid fan of poetry, he had many of his favorites lined up on a shelf beside the bed. Each one was in perfect condition, and he held them in his hands with great care.

" What's this one about? " The Ronin asked, relaxing against Jhin as he prepared to read. Yasuo knew not to bother Jhin in these moments, but that was okay. The Yokai was content with simply sitting there quietly, listening to the other's breathing, occasionally running his fingers along Jhin's skin. Sometimes he'd drift off, but only if he was particularly tired, and perhaps drunk.

" Mm, this one is about a murderer. " Jhin hummed, running his fingers along Yasuo's jaw as he set the book down in his lap. " One that felt great regret for killing his victim. "

Yasuo nodded a little, nuzzling into the crook of the man's neck, arm wrapping around Jhin's back. " Doesn't sound much like you. "

" Ah, you'd be surprised to hear of my regrets. " He mused, running his fleshed hand through Yasuo's blazing hair. " A story for another time, though. Be quiet, now. "

The Yokai nodded once more, laying his head against Jhin's shoulder and closing his eyes. He'd try and read along, but Jhin was simply too fast of a reader for him to keep up. Not that he minded, as he'd often stumble on a word and lose his place. Yasuo certainly wasn't as eloquent as Jhin, nor as educated. What this man saw in him, he had no idea.

And so minutes would pass, the gentle sound of pages turning occasionally earning the Yokai's attention, though his eyes never opened. He'd sometimes roll his head along Jhin's shoulder, giving him a soft nudge and drawing his nails along his back, but even those small actions were enough to disrupt him. The Yokai would be a patient pet, and refrain.

After a while, the sound was no longer present. The Yokai waited patiently for several minutes, giving Jhin a slight nudge, though he did not respond. And so he picked up his head, opened his emerald eyes, and glanced up at the Virtuoso… who appeared to be asleep.

The Yokai drew his head back in disbelief, ears perking up as he leaned in again to examine the other. He hadn't noticed, but Jhin's breathing had slowed significantly, long lashes closed along his eyes. Yasuo was unsure of what to do; Wake him, and possibly get scolded, or simply let him rest? He knew how Jhin didn't much like sleeping in his clothes, but perhaps this was an exception.

Carefully, he picked up the book, watching closely to see if Jhin would awaken, to which he did not. Yasuo pressed the book shut, setting it on the nightstand, still watching Jhin, still worried he would awaken.

But alas, even as the Yokai laid his head in the Virtuoso's lap, he did not rouse. And so as the night grew quiet, he'd drift off as well.