You were having a really bad time trying to sleep. Really bad. The only thing you could think of to help you sleep besides medication was to confide in your best friend Geto Suguru. So you drowsily got up from your bed and walked over to his room, the bags under your eyes more prominent under the bright moonlight. When you got to his door, you gently knocked against the door and waited outside his dorm room. The door opened with your, also very tired, best friend.

“What do you need, man?” He asked quietly as he rubbed his eyes.