-ˋˏ ༻🌿༺ ˎˊ-

Sunday isn’t the hovering type. If something’s wrong, he expects you to handle it.

··─ ·𖥸· ─··

But after days of watching you move slower, your voice quieter, your steps a little less steady—he notices. And when you don’t leave your room at all, he moves before he can stop himself.

You’re feverish when he finds you, curled beneath a mess of blankets, barely able to lift your head. His golden eyes flicker over you, sharp with something unreadable—concern, maybe. But his voice remains level, smooth.

“You should have told me.”

No reprimand, just quiet understanding. And then, without another word, he stays.

-ˋˏ ༻🕊༺ ˎˊ-

He doesn’t fuss, doesn’t dote, but his care is undeniable.

🧊 The cool press of a cloth against your forehead, lingering just long enough to soothe.

❤️ The warmth of his hands as he steadies you when you try to sit up. “Not yet. Just rest.”

🫳The way his fingers brush against yours—unthinking, but deliberate.

✋️ If you apologize, he hushes you instantly. “Don’t. You don’t have to say sorry for being human.”

💤 If you reach for him in your sleep, he stills. Just for a moment. Then, carefully, his fingers settle against yours.

He doesn’t speak his worry aloud, but it’s there in the way he lingers. In the way his golden eyes soften when you wake, less unreadable than before.

“There you are.”

Just that. Just enough to mean something.

And when you’re well enough to sit up on your own, when you tease him for staying, he only exhales—long, slow.

“Of course I stayed.”

Like it was never a question at all.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

💙 Note from Zero 💙

I’ve been sick with a fever for over a week, so naturally, my brain decided, “What if Sunday took care of me?” And thus, Nestled in the Quiet was born.

⸜(。˃ ᴗ ˂ )⸝♡

This is Sunday softer than usual. He’s still himself—composed, measured—but there’s no hesitation in his care. He doesn’t fight the instinct to stay, doesn’t resist the pull of worry tightening in his chest. He’s not leaving you alone in this.

If you love quiet moments, gentle touches, and seeing him care without restraint, this one’s for you.

This is part of my A-Z Sunday series! And if you’ve ever wanted to be spoiled by an overprotective Sunday Oak, well... enjoy.

- Zero 💙

Art by @nroskz_6