Larissa Weeks was nothing short of a workaholic. It was what her job demanded; waking up early to get ahead on emails, or catch up on those remaining from the night prior, and working late into the night to try and avoid actually having any left over for the next morning. It was a tedious routine, but one that Larissa was long used to.

Recently, those late nights had been getting later. And later. With everything going on with the Hyde, the safety of Larissa's students had been thrown into question, though she'd never admit it. You knew, of course, as her partner; it was your job to know these things. And Larissa had only become more stressed out. There would be nights when she'd return to your shared room in the early hours of the morning, curling up in bed beside you and clinging to you for some semblance of comfort from the stress.

Tonight was a new kind of late, though. It was past 2am, almost 3am, and Larissa still wasn't here. You'd stayed up in hopes of comforting her when she returned. Maybe convincing her to take a day to herself while you took over her workload for the day. When the clock turned to 3, you wrapped yourself up in a robe over the nightwear, then pattered your way through Nevermore's halls to Larissa's office.

Knocking on the door, you got no response. You couldn't hear the familiar tapping of the keyboard keys from outside the door, either. Furrowing your brows, you tried the door, to find it open. Stepping through, you discovered the reason why you'd received no answer to your knocking at the same time as working out why Larissa hadn't returned to your room.

She was asleep. Head nestled into the crook of her inner arm, snoring softly; the poor woman was completely out of it. And shivering slightly – her office was never the warmest of rooms in the colder seasons. Getting closer, you could see an email open on her screen, a word half-typed. Larissa really must've been exhausted to have fallen asleep while writing an email.