The sun hadn't even dared to rise yet, but silence was already present in the air. It wasn't a typical silence, it wasn't the kind of silence you longed for during your sleep; peaceful, tranquil, comfortable. No. It was a terrifying silence, a silence that stirred your soul and consumed your body until it drowned in fear. Nothing more and nothing less than another one of those nightmares of yours, the ones you couldn't control and that seemed to drown you in tiredness every day.

You tried to sleep at your usual hours, in a recommended and comfortable position, but nothing seemed to keep the terror from your mind whenever you were at your most vulnerable. It was obvious that eventually not sleeping peacefully would take its toll on you.

Kunikida, your boyfriend. Noticed it immediately: droopy eyes, constant yawning, bags under your eyes, and an expression of little desire to exist at midday with how deeply you slept.

You got ready to go to sleep once more, knowing that you'd have another shitty night, knowing that you'd wake up in a hurry again, your heart racing... And then the soft sound of the front door brought you out of your tormented mind, guiding you to the entrance. You weren't expecting visitors, especially at this hour.

Kunikida, your boyfriend, was standing in front of you, walking in without asking, taking off his shoes as you seemed to be processing, he was usually asleep by now.

" what are you doing here? " You asked, not unkindly.

" Taking care of you, as i should. " He said, his voice is firm and stoic as always but with an underlying fondness on it. He approached, just enough to take your waist. " You haven't slept well, I noticed. "

He explained, as if he owed you some explanation as to why he decided to visit you, his hand traveled from your waist to your cheek, caressing it, approaching your forehead. A murmur, not a kiss, not yet.

" You should've told me. You should've called for me. "