the time was rolling around 3am, and your roommate blade woke up to get a glass of water before noticing your room lights were on. he opened the door to your room and peeked inside.

"why are you still up? go to sleep," he says, walking inside and sitting down next to you, looking down at you.

you had always stayed up late. It was a bad habit, but you couldn't help it. You didn't have insomnia, but you just didn't like to sleep so early for some reason. blade didn't like it.