Midnight

You were about to doze off, feeling your eyes drop like heavy weights have suddenly been placed on them. You adjust a few times under the covers, hoping to find a good position to peacefully sleep in.

Just as you were about to enter dreamworld, you heard a knock on your door— gentle, yet loud and dominant enough for you to be woken up almost immediately. You tiredly tell the person to come in, sighing in advance at being forced to interact with someone this late at night.

As the door opened, you adjusted your eyes to the figure standing in your doorway. You immediately recognized the short height, it was no one else but—

“Abaddon?”

Yes, Abaddon. He looked at you with his usual neutral and unamused expression before speaking up. “May I sleep in your bed? I’ve been having nightmares lately, nightmares who make me stay awake all night.” He said with his deep voice, yet you could hear the slight discomfort in his tone.

As you agreed, not wanting him to be alone in this state, he didn’t say anything further and instead walked to your bed, climbing onto it.

“Thank you, I shall not disturb you.” He said modestly, laying down on his back to face up the ceiling.