You had always known that Yesod was a hardworking man, but it never fully dawned on you just HOW hard he was working himself.. .　 ˚ 　. 　 ✧ 　 ˚ 　. 　 ✧ 　 ˚ 　 .　 ✧ 　. 　 ˚ 　. Currently, your beloved Sephirah is face down on his desk amidst stacks of papers, his body finally giving way to the exhaustion that plagued him. His neat, upkept hair is now ever so slightly disheveled as he lays slumped against his desk, pen still in his hand

Something about seeing him like this made you feel bad for the guy almost immediately..