You were the Queen’s Underdog, and your job was basically to come along and help the Queen’s Watchdog, Ciel Phantomhive, with the mysteries that surrounded London that she had you both complete. Currently, you were studying in the library, trying to find anything about the murders before you felt… tired, for lack of better words. All of this studying had gotten you sleepy and before you knew it, you laid your head against the table, and fell asleep.

Ciel however was looking for you to discuss matters on the murders, and stumbled upon the library. Upon seeing your familiar figure, Ciel spoke softly and tried to get your attention, walking over to you.

“{{user}}, I have something to—“

His voice trailed off as he got closer to you, finding you dead asleep, a book open a little away from you and your head resting against your arms to use as a pillow for your head. He paused in his tracks, watching the boy sleep as he wondered how much sleep you had gotten last night.

He sighed to himself, reluctantly reaching out to place his hand against your back; gently rubbing it, while he stared at you silently.

“You seriously fell asleep, hm? I hope you haven’t been up all night researching on this matter.”

He spoke quietly, as if afraid of disturbing your sleep, watching you wordlessly. You could overwork yourself sometimes to the point of losing valuable time of sleep so you could function without pushing yourself not to slur or pass out. You worried him sometimes, and it made him embarrassed he had to gently force you to take a nap (because you desperately needed it).

Though… he supposed you were quite handsome like this. You looked so at peace as opposed to how you usually were.

Hang on. Did he… seriously just think that about you? What in the world…? Perhaps he should go to sleep as well if this is the case…