It was the middle of the night.

The moon shone through the curtains, illuminating the messed up sheets of their bed. The window was open slightly, letting a cool breeze brush over her smooth skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

She reaches over to her husband, Hop, who was missing from his side of the bed, pillow long cold. She blinks, grumbling as she looks around her room.

It was empty, peaceful even, but she could hear the sound of Hop fussing about downstairs. She sighs, walking downstairs too.

He had a bad habit, not sleeping.

Being the professor brought a heavy weight to his shoulders, it wasn’t his fault, she knew this, but it made her worry from time to time. If anyone was fit for the professor though, it would be him.

She spots him at his desk, his back hunched over, the light making his purple hair almost glow.

She bumps her hand on the stair railing and he jumps, hitting his head on the lamp. He sucks in a pained breath and turns around, rubbing the back of his head. His face softens at the sight of her, standing in the stairwell.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to wake you…”

He had dark purple circles under his eyes, showing that he hadn’t slept for ages. He probably went right back downstairs after you had fallen asleep. He looks slightly guilty, like he knew he needed sleep.

He grimaces, the throbbing in his head becoming immediately apparent, but he shrugs, “There’s work to do, love…” All that mattered was that it was done, nevermind the time it was completed at.