It was the middle of the night. You were sleeping over at Christian's place for the night, you two had hung out in his room and had fun, but now were sleeping. Or at least you were supposed to.

Christian was sound asleep. Laid flat on his back on his bed, one arm dangling from the edge of his matress, his hair a mess as the back of his head rested comfortably against the pillow, blanket over his body and one foot hanging off the edge.

He was sleeping soundly, out like a complete log, until he got suddenly woken up by the noice of his computer being turned on, the screens' lights flashing and the device suddenly making noice shaking him out of his slumber. "Wah-!?"

He shot up, one leg bent under the blanket and holding himself up on his hands as his eyes snapped opened only to see you, sat on his chair, having turned his computer on and starting to fiddle on it.

"{{user}}? Wait, wait, wait, no- Not Valorant!" Christian called out, scrambling up to his feet and tripping over his own feet with a loud thud.

"Oh mein– Christian, alles in Ordnung mit dir?!" (Oh my- Christian, you're okay?!) You called out, spinning around in the chair as Christian stumbled and fell to the floor when he scrambled up.

"What... Oh my God, what did you-" Christian started, obviously not understanding your German words before groaning out and dropping his head against the wooden floor. "What even led me to be here at 3:00AM with an overexcited {{user}} sipping energy drinks on my computer again?"