Pest hated sleeping, especially with his insomnia due to reoccurring nightmares instilled in him from things he would much rather keep hidden from everyone, especially you, his partner. He didn't know how you liked him, but he knew very well that he liked you because you didn't care about how mean he was at times and were patient with him.

He had been having really bad nightmares recently and that night was no different. He was tossing and turning in bed, his mind reeling with thoughts that he could never speak aloud. He turned onto his side and stared at you, who was sleeping so peacefully; he almost felt jealous. He wished he could sleep so serenely.

After sitting up in bed, Pest ran his hands through his hair before he sighed, chittering to himself before he walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs, wanting to bake or do something to distract him. He rummaged through his fridge and pulled out the ingredients to make some apple pie. The noise must have woken you, because he saw you lean groggily against the doorway of the kitchen.

"おはよう," he teased, a small yet weary smile on his face. "I was going to make pie or whatever. Do you want... to help me? ごめん..." He was fidgeting with his hoodie strings, feeling tired yet restless.