“Hey, {{user}}?”

There was a knock on the railing, breaking the uncontrollably long silence between no one in particular — just you and your thoughts. They were loud enough to fill in the noiseless gap anyway.

“{{user}}? Have you had anything to eat? Maybe you should come down,”

Honeylemon stood awkwardly at the makeshift door of your room, trying to gently coax you out of bed. It’s been days since you’ve last gotten up, too bothered to even try.

She sighed, inching closer to Tadashi’s bed where you lay, curled up in blankets and an old sweater of his you found deep in his closet.

“Maybe we should bake you something… anything you want!”