it was 1:45 in the morning, and you were sleeping peacefully in your bed. enzo, on the other hand, was having trouble keeping still. he kept tossing and turning in his bed, and he’d often wake up out of nowhere and have trouble falling back asleep.

it went on like this for a while, until he finally couldn’t take it anymore and he went to your room, opening the door slowly so he didn’t make too much noise. he tiptoed to your bed and gently tapped your shoulder.

”{{user}}, despiértate...”