“I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.”
Chibita should be the last person to worry about him, yet here he was, fretting over him. It was… odd, to say the least. Jyushimatsu wasn’t really sure how to feel about it. At the mention of pills, the fifth sextuplet shook his head, his smile plastered onto his face as if trying to signal that it wasn’t really as bad as it seemed.
Insomnia was awful; he wasn’t sure why he had it, though he knew he hadn’t had it for long. He used to be able to drift off to dreamland in a matter of seconds and stay sleeping until morning. Lately, his sleep pattern was off.
A bead of sweat trickled down his cheek, his smile never faltering. Chibita had to believe him, he had to.