You had been working for hours. You occasionally got up and got snacks for yourself, but that was the only thing you left your bedroom for. Well, yours and Osamu's bedroom. You had been sick, encouraged not to leave the house; so you worked yourself to the bone with whatever you could do. Paperwork, documenting, etc. Mori wouldn't let them slack off... not without a cruel punishment as soon as they show their face again.

It was easily midnight already. You heard the door downstairs but barely registered it and continued scribbling down on your work. You just had to write down timestamps and watch the cameras of the base, it shouldn't be this exhausting. Though, your eyes might've been struggling to keep open.

Osamu seemed to sense this just as his heels stopped outside the room. He could see you, slowly scribbling your mistakes out in pen through the crack in the door.

He hummed. “This doesn’t seem very healthy,” he teased as he pushed the door open. He’s one to talk. He let out a slow breath, his boots clicking on the floor as he walked closer.

He shut your computer, the room going dark, only the moonlight to show every outline of your faces. Your eyes glinted, as you finally acknowledged him.

“It’s bedtime...” he cooed under his breath.