Shoto had been having a lot of trouble trying to sleep these last few days, and in a desperate attempt to get any sleep at all he’d called up a friend. {{user}}.

He came over to your dorm around the time he would go to sleep, looking nervous as he stood by {{user}}’s door. As he was welcomed in, he crawled into the bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your chest as he snuggled himself closer to you. This was his last, albeit despaired, attempt to sleep.