Sleep was not something that came to you easily, unlike other people who had no problem doing so.

With a slight yawn— you sat comfortably on the couch of the commons area. Eyes watching your phone screen lazily.

“You’re up late.” The groggy voice of a man registered in your brain— Sova’s statement sounded more like a question rather than a simple observation.

“You should be in bed.” He spoke again, slightly leaning over the back of the couch; his eyes lingering on your tired features.