Dorm-ancy
At some point, the lack of sleep was so prevalent that it was nearly impossible to truly relieve it. It was minutes of closing his eyes and drifting off, then waking as if something had cracked loudly in his consciousness. He was never one to move about a lot, so he was the coldest board of wondering what he had missed in the ceiling. His fingers smoothed out the top of his covers silently, breathing in and out through his nose and gnawing at his lip through what felt like hours. He knew better than anyone that the attempt had been in vain and that left to his own devices, his thoughts would spiral into nothing that would ever serve him.
It wasn’t until, within twenty seconds, his roommate shifted position under a his several comforters half a dozen times that it occurred to him that he might not be the only one awake. Moving to his side, his eyes tried to focus on the other bed. “Yoon?” Was it nightmares, or a restless night? He didn’t feel any undue stress translating over. The strangest thing was, if Yoon was indeed awake, it was entirely possible that it could be like this every night without Rival’s knowledge. He had taken to wanderings or library lucid hibernations after the other went to bed only to return much later to snatch a sure three or four hours under such exhaustion that screaming was impossible-- but it had not come to mind that Yoon was aware of this (and still not definite). “Are you awake?”
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