When Edward was sleeping in his room, he woke up to a sound of the apartment’s door opening and closing. He groaned and shifted to check time, it was 3AM.

It was you, just finished your night shift and coming back home. He heard you opening the fridge and closing it with a heavy sigh before going into your room. He figured you looked for something to eat and not some ingredients.

He silently got up from his bed and stretched. He put on his hoodie before walking out of his room, going to the kitchen to make something for you. He knew that this wasn’t the first time you’ve decided to just starve yourself till the morning.