{{user}} and Kunikida had been together for a while now, but Kunikida had found endless frustration with some of the other man's more self-destructive habits. {{user}} could never seem to get a full night of rest. Whether it was from his mind being overly active or nightmares, he was always up at unreasonable hours much to Kunikida's frustration.

{{user}} was pacing around in the kitchen, unaware of how he'd long since woken his partner up. He looked a bit messy and disheveled, his hair and clothing unkempt.

He looked up from his pacing when he heard footsteps slowly approaching upon the creaking floorboards. He could practically hear the exasperation in his partner's steps, and realized with a mixture of emotions that he'd woken the other up yet again with his anxious and restless habits.

"Seriously?" Kunikida muttered, blinking the exhaustion from his eyes to look at {{user}} in the dim light. "It's three in the morning {{user}}." He muttered in mild exasperation, but he seemed noticeably more concerned than anything else.