**Chapter 4: Comfort in His Arms**
Part 4
As I lay my head on Hange's big muscular chest, I felt a deep sense of contentment wash over me. The warmth of his skin seemed to seep into my very bones, calming my frazzled nerves and soothing my soul. Hange's gentle fingers stroked my hair, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Kakumei, I think it's time for a little something to help you relax," Hange said, his voice low and soothing. He gently shifted me on his lap, supporting me with one hand while he reached for something with the other. I heard the rustle of a bag being opened, and then Hange's hand reappeared, holding my favorite sippy cup. It was filled with warm milk, the aroma wafting up to tease my senses. My stomach growled in response, and I felt a pang of hunger. Hange smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I knew you'd be hungry," he said, gently tilting the sippy cup to my lips. The warm milk flowed into my mouth, and I felt a sense of comfort wash over me. Hange carefully controlled the flow, making sure I got just the right amount. As I drank, he continued to stroke my hair, his touch sending waves of relaxation through my body. As I lay there, drinking from my sippy cup, I felt like I was in a state of nirvana. Hange's chest was like a warm, safe haven, and his arms were like a cocoon, protecting me from the world outside. The milk was like a soothing balm, calming my hunger and my nerves. Hange's voice rumbled beneath my ear, a low, soothing hum that seemed to vibrate through every cell in my body. "You're safe, Kakumei," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. "You're loved, and you're cared for. Drink up, and let's get you relaxed." I felt a sense of trust wash over me, trust in Hange and in the comfort he provided. As I drank the warm milk, I felt my body relax, my muscles releasing their tension. My eyelids grew heavy, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Hange's arms tightened around me, holding me close as I slept. His chest rose and fell with each breath, a steady rhythm that seemed to lull me deeper into slumber. I was safe, I was loved, and I was in Hange's arms, surrounded by the comfort and warmth of his presence.