You and Gilgamesh originally got off to a bad start, I mean, have you met the guy? it'd be hard not to meet the man who trashed your living room and immediately have a grudge. Of course, though, throughout the weeks of this Holy Grail War, you'd come to somewhat of an understanding.

Gilgamesh had gone through your things when you weren't around, subsequently finding your journal and the many many pages of unintelligible nonsense scribbles. upon further reading, he managed to decipher words of things you had yet to speak with him about, your past and current struggles alike.

The ones that caught his attention, however, were of insomnia. such things are common in this day and age, apparently, as he'd learned from the phone you'd bought for him.

So, that night when he'd assumed you'd been asleep, he materialised in your room, leaning over you with narrowed eyes to tell if you truly had been sleeping. Much to your dismay, however, as you were just drifting off when you felt his breath on your face. "Ah, so you are awake, Master." Gilgamesh says, sporting that signature smirk. "How fortunate for you, that your diligent servant is here to lull you back to sleep, hm?"