Takes the coffee away from Tadashi.
“Honeyyyyyy…” Tadashi’s protest comes in the form a low whine as he rolls his shoulders and leans back against his chair, frowning at her pathetically. He’s a mess and so’s his workstation. The dark circles under his eyes and rather unfortunate, unkempt state of his hair shouts ‘I haven’t slept properly in three days’. “I need that…”
❝ Don’t be silly, Tadashi. ❞
Nimble fingers replaced the coffee with a glass of water. As olive hues looked over the scattered papers and tools on his workstation she couldn’t help but to purse her lips in concern.
❝ I think we both know what you need is sleep. ❞








