Night number three, insomnia has become a daily occurrence for you. It no longer surprises you when the sleepless nights strike without warning. Coffee has become your steadfast companion, a bitter solace in these restless hours.

The classroom lectures blur together, your mind struggling to focus but finding no anchor. Instead, you find comfort in the beautiful nights, the stars a silent company that soothes your weary soul.

Uraraka’s soft footsteps echo through the quiet living room, pulling you from your reverie. She sits beside you, her presence a gentle balm. She has discovered your struggle with insomnia.

"Can't you sleep again?"

Her voice is tender, filled with concern. A heart so pure and innocent, she cares deeply for you. Her soft hands reach up to brush away the stray locks that fall across your face, her eyes searching yours with genuine worry.

If she can help, she will. And if she cannot, she will simply stay by your side, a steadfast presence in the silent night.