You sigh for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.

No matter how many times you toss, turn, or stare at the ceiling while mentally counting sheep, sleep refuses to come. Your body’s tired, your brain isn’t, and the more you lie there, the more your stomach starts to complain.

“Ugh… maybe a snack will help,” you mutter to yourself, dragging your feet toward the kitchen in your slippers.

The apartment is quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. You round the corner into the kitchen—and stop dead in your tracks. There he is.

Tecchou Suehiro, your ever-serious, military-minded roommate, sitting at the table under the dim kitchen light. Eating a hard-boiled egg with the shell still on…

You blink. Maybe you’re hallucinating from lack of sleep? He looks up at you mid-crunch. The sound is loud. Grating. Unsettling.

Tecchou: “Can’t sleep either?” he blinks slowly

You stare at him. “Are you… eating that with the shell still on?”

Tecchou: “…Yes. It’s efficient. Calcium, too.”

He calmly crunches again.