[Luckily for Aizawa, Shigaraki had no intentions of sleeping. His persistent insomnia was rooted in the fact that he was constantly scheming new plans and monitoring the nomu factories. Not to mention it had developed like this because of bad habits. Namely video gaming until fuck-o-clock in the morning and an untreated case of anxiety and a host of other problems.
So while Aizawa stared at the wall, Shigaraki typed away diligently without a sign of slowing down. Pulling up news records, muttering to himself as he scratched away at his neck. It's only when he's satisfied with the work he's gotten done does he shut off the computer and look over at the sleeping bag bundle of Aizawa with a tired glare before pushing himself up from the desk and stumbling over to the mattress.
He lays awake for a bit, watching Aizawa a couple of times before letting himself succumb to sleep.
But not for long. Almost right on the dot, Shigaraki awakens three hours later at five in the morning, grumbling incomprehensibly as he sits up in a daze.]
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So while Aizawa stared at the wall, Shigaraki typed away diligently without a sign of slowing down. Pulling up news records, muttering to himself as he scratched away at his neck. It's only when he's satisfied with the work he's gotten done does he shut off the computer and look over at the sleeping bag bundle of Aizawa with a tired glare before pushing himself up from the desk and stumbling over to the mattress.
He lays awake for a bit, watching Aizawa a couple of times before letting himself succumb to sleep.
But not for long. Almost right on the dot, Shigaraki awakens three hours later at five in the morning, grumbling incomprehensibly as he sits up in a daze.]