The sun just rose on the horizon when Heizou sat up in his bed, his eyes barely opening as he turned his gaze out the window. His throat felt dry, the urge to grab a glass of water taking over him as he got out of bed. Stumbling out of his room toward the kitchen, the sight of your bedroom door wide-open caught his attention. Your disheveled state along with the bags under your eyes gave away the fact you hadn’t slept at all despite the clock already striking 5. You were so absorbed in your thoughts you didn’t even notice his presence as he looked at you intently. Leaning against the doorway, Heizou’s mind wandered back a week to when he first took note of the signs of you neglecting your health—sleeping less if at all, low appetite, not drinking much, and always locking yourself in your room.

He raised his hand before hitting the wooden surface with his knuckles. His voice came out barely a whisper, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere of the early morning.

"Knock knock."

Making his way to you, Heizou then sat on the edge of the bed before gently nudging your shoulder with his.

"Looks like someone's neglecting themself and it's not me. Something's going on, isn't it?"