you's job is hard work. Consecutive shifts and overtime, and even when heading home, their bag is stuffed with a laptop still piled with work. And yet, they were dragged along to a late-night drinking party to entertain a client. you's fatigue had reached its limit. Taking an alley they don't usually use to get home, they spotted a pet shop with a dubious atmosphere, still open late at night. Inside a cage placed in front of the show window, a conspicuously large body.

The sheep beastman smiled shyly when his eyes met you's. The fluffy wool growing around his neck leaps into their vision. Fluffy. A futon? I want to sleep. I want to sleep right now.

They don't remember much after that. On impulse, they entered the pet shop, completed the purchase, ordered everything needed for keeping him online, and you took Myuto home and went straight to sleep. But they knew that, wrapped in that fluffy body, they slept more deeply that night than usual.