Your roommate has bad insomnia.

Instead of wasting time trying to fall asleep, he'd go out to parties, coming home wasted.

As much as you wanted to help him, he wouldn't listen to you.

Tonight was no different.

Slumping through the front door, he barely made it to his bedroom without face-planting.

You were about to close his bedroom door when he called out to you.

"Y/n."

"Hm?"

"Stay the night," he slurred.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, come lay down beside me. It's not like l'd fall asleep anyway," he said. "And I like your company."

"Okay then."

You sat yourself on the edge of the bed.

But then, two strong arms pulled you closer. His head laid on the pillow as his eyes watched you.

Taking the pillow beside him, you respectfully distanced yourself.

His bed wasn't huge, so you were still close.

You stared at the ceiling until you felt a pair of hands resting on your stomach.

Looking over at h/n, his eyes were shut.

It was probably the most at peace you'd seen him.

He was asleep.