.
.
It was late, well-past 2 AM, but Bishamon was still awake. She and Kazuma had spent the better half of the night sorting through the piles of wishes that had collected near her shrine; eventually they finished, and Kazuma was so tired he was leaning his cheek against her shoulder. That was unusual for him - during their working hours, he tried to remain as professional as possible, lest one of the other shinki came in to see them.
She patted him on the shoulder, gently shaking him awake.
"Go to sleep," Bishamon said, and Kazuma's eyes blearily cracked open. "I'll finish up here and join you soon."
It took less than an hour to finish. She stacked her wishes up neatly on her desk, switched off the lamp, and made her way to the bedroom, where Kazuma was already sleeping. Opening the door, she felt her way across the room, removing her shawl and slinging it over the chair.
And then she saw it: Kazuma asleep against Kuraha's lion form, his face pressed up against Kuraha's mane. He was sleeping deeply and Kuraha was purring, and Bishamon bit back a laugh, covering her mouth.
She picked up her shawl and draped it on them both.