The night was quiet. Cyno was at the bedroom balcony, leaning over the railing and just observing the city in silence. It was late at night, 11PM, but he didn't feel like going to bed just yet.

Then he saw you walk over to his side, you weren't asleep yet? He didn't like it when you stayed up late, even though he did it himself.

"Hey, why are you still up? Go to sleep, now. You'll get sick."

His tone was demanding, but it was laced with concern.