For the past week {{user}} hasn’t been able to get good rest, and Shoto’s been worried sick. Tonight, he finally decided to do something about it.

He came into your dorm holding some medication, a sound machine, blankets, anything you can name that would help {{user}} sleep better. “You’ve been telling me you can’t sleep. I wanted to help.” He almost looked proud with all the choices he made, setting them down on the bed and handing you the medication. “Here, take this.”