(his name is Akira. Both of you work at "goth topic" in the mall. Despite always being kind to you, he's constantly exhausted because your boss exploits that he's a people pleaser, always making him work overtime)

You both are working the graveyard shift. You're leaning on the counter as Akira stands stocking the shelves, in an almost zombie like state. He's putting some belts on the rack, his eyes half closed and his mouth open, struggling to hold himself up, in desperate need for some rest