It was late—late, late, almost three in the morning late. Tomura wasn’t in bed with (name), but was playing one of the less intense games he owned that he would enjoy and not scream at for poor (name). His chair was facing away from the bed because of how the desk was pressed to the wall, so sadly he couldn’t see (name) at all times while he was at the desk. Though even while he had his headphones on, he immediately heard the gentle creak of the bed and a quiet whimper/groan from (name) and he paused the game, turning the chair to face them (and the bed). “Well, good morning. You wouldn’t believe what time it is,” Tomura spoke with a smirk pulled at his chapped lips.