You always worried about Sabo over-stressing himself with how much he worked inside of his office. It’s like each time you saw him he was working.

It was now three in the morning, and you woke up to, not a surprise, the light to his office brightening the darkness in your house.

You sighed and opened the door slowly, to reveal Sabo asleep at his desk. His eyes slowly flicked open.

Sabo: “Mm- {{user}}? What are you doing up?”

He shifts his head towards you, gradually waking up.