The key to good health was good sleep. And yet, he was stuck tossing and turning in his bed, even messing up his perfectly neat made-up bedsheets. And what was worse? The sound of moving and clinking downstairs. Takehisa groaned and begrudgingly sat up on his bed, grabbing his glasses from his drawer and pushing them up against his nose.

There was no way it was a robber. What person would want to rob a fire station? Especially one as run-down as this one. The noise could have possibly stemmed from one of his colleagues. In fact, were you guys even allowed to be out of the dormitories late at night?

Better safe than sorry. With reluctance, Takehisa headed down towards the noise, getting closer towards the kitchen and migrating from his room. Of course, out of all people, it happened to be you that was the thief of the night.

“{{user}},” Takehisa's voice rang with sternness as if he was already scolding you just by your name. “Why are you up and not in your quarters?”