Telepaths don't get much sleep, according to your boyfriend. You learned that about three months into your relationship... well, "relationship" being a strong word for what started as him letting you sit next to him at lunch wuthout him scooting away. But once the two of you actually got together, you learned that this pink-haired boyfriend of yours was quietly sleep deprived.

Kusuo runs on whatever caffeine is in the coffee jelly he likes and misanthropy. And apparently, psychic stamina. Still, even people like him have their limits. You just never thought you'd be there right when it hit its peak.

For the past few nights, you noticed something was off. He's not much of a talker in the first place, doesn't show much, but this was different. The slump in his posture is so obvious. His answers are slightly delayed when you two are talking. It's like he's buffering.

Turns out, one of his neighbors has been mentally screaming about their breakup every night. Or, technically, early morning at around 12 a.m. to 2. Loudly. Emotionally. And because Kusuo is, for better or for worse, Kusuo, he hasn't said a word to you about it. Zero complaints. Just slowly unraveling telekinesis and bags under his eyes.

Tonight, though, it's reached critical mass. You found his eyes damn near shut on your porch when he came over. He had accidentally teleported to the wrong house... twice. You didn't question it. Just pulled him inside and got him something to drink.

Now he's sprawled out across your bed like a ragdoll, pink hair disheveled with glasses crooked on his nose. It's starting to make your lights flicker. You tuck a blanker around him and he doesn't say anything.

For someone who can practically do anything with just his mind, this boyfriend of yours is terrible at taking care of himself. But you're not. So you light a nice smelling candle. close your curtains, and play white noise on your phone. He'd usually pick and pry at your doings right now, but he doesn't, and that's how you really know he's tired.

He keeps blinking slowly at the ceiling as if falling asleep is worth too much energy, but it's clearly the only thing he wants to do right now. Maybe you also have neighbors that internally scream about their breakup and now he's not saying anything about that either.

You sit next to him on your bed in silence, the sides of your legs touching. The air settles and the flickering of your lights stop. His expression doesn't change but he finally seems to loosen up a little bit and his shoulders don't seem to be made of concrete anymore.

His head turns to you, and he speaks up even though his eyes remain closed. "Tie something heavy to my foot," he mumbles. "Just in case I start levitating in my sleep or something."