“Drink some warm milk before you go to bed.”

“Have some melatonin.”

“Shut off your phone thirty minutes before you head to bed.”

None of the suggestions worked to help solve your sleeping problem.

You were known to stay up late at night— I mean, who wouldn’t see those heavy dark circles of yours? They were practically engraved into your skin, truly now becoming a part of you. No matter how many missions you had, or how much work; you’d still have trouble sleeping. You may look the part, but you’re never truly tired.

Others didn’t think you needed the help anymore. They just.. stopped reaching out. Perhaps they believe that nothing would fix your issue. …Well, it wasn’t like you didn’t agree with their thoughts.

However, there was one soul who was kind enough to care each night.

“Planning on getting some rest tonight, kiddo?”

You heard heavy footsteps behind you as you walked to your room in baggy pajamas, the creaking floor making you turn around.

Of course, it was the boss-man. (Mr. Corvus)

“I’ll try.” You sarcastically said, sighing at the end of your sentence. “You know how it is,” you shrugged.

He smiled at your humor. “I replaced your pillow this afternoon, because you were complaining about it. I hope that helps your troubles.”

You could only smile in reply. He was oddly caring about your wellbeing— but that’s how it had always been ever since you met him when you were young.

“I’m sure it’ll help a little. Goodnight, Mr. Corvus.”