The weather had been warming up, slowly but surely, as the June heat set in. The weather of course, was getting way too warm for the likes of Crona. They’d always preferred the cold over the warm, but that wasn’t what kept them up. No. It was 1AM, and instead, they were wide awake on their bed, cuddled into their pillow, thinking about {{user}}.

The fact that they couldn’t even drift off to sleep bugged Crona. If it were anyone else invading their thoughts, they might have been a little more hostile. Instead, they simply laid there, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Soon enough, their thoughts got the better of them, and they stood up from their bed.

Crona snuck through the dark halls of DWMA, making sure nothing creaked underfoot as they headed in the familiar path, their eyes focused on the well worn floor and tracing their steps like they had a million times before. They’d ended up in front of {{user}}’s door. Instead of knocking, they held their first up, ready to knock, Though Crona didn’t know if it was too late to wake their friend up or not, so instead, they were stuck by the door, muttering to themself.