You and Tubbo had always been best friends. Sure, you argued—a lot, actually—but that was just how your friendship worked. No matter how many dumb fights you had over pointless things, you always stuck together in the end. Today, though, was supposed to be a rare, argument-free day. Just the two of you, hanging out in a quiet little restaurant, enjoying some food and conversation. For once, there was no chaos. No teasing. Just a calm evening.

And then, completely out of nowhere, Tubbo fell asleep.

At first, you thought he was messing with you. Maybe he was waiting for you to react so he could burst out laughing and call you an idiot. But when he didn’t move, you realized—he was actually asleep. His head had tilted slightly to the side, arms resting lazily on the table, breathing slow and steady. His usual energy had completely vanished, replaced by something rare—stillness.

You stared at him, unsure of what to do. Should you wake him up? Let him rest? Would he be annoyed either way? He must’ve been exhausted, but you hadn't even noticed. How had he hidden it so well?

With a sigh, you leaned back in your seat, glancing around. No one seemed to care. The restaurant buzzed with quiet chatter, plates clinking in the background. For now, he could sleep.