Ayatsuji jolted awake, an involuntary scream leaving his lips before he could even stop it. His breath came out in sharp rasps, and his hands were trembling. He propped himself up against the headboard, wrapping his arms around his knees and pulling at the hems of his pajama pants. Ayatsuji's pinpoint eyes landed on a bottle of pills that was practically glistening on the nightstand. The bright orange bottle was quite appealing to him, especially in his current circumstances and in the dark of the night. It was a bottle of sleeping pills, of course. He unscrewed the lid and shook three into his shaky hand, which was more than the appropriate dose, but he could care less.

As he dryly swallowed the medication, his ears caught the sound of a rasp at the door, and he watched as the door swung open, revealing you. You hazily approached the bed, rubbing your eyes as you took a seat at the end of it. It took Ayatsuji no time at all to identify that he had awoken you—accidentally, of course.

He blinked a couple times before throwing on a lazy grin. "Mm? Come to see me, sweetheart?" He asked sarcastically.