Soft chirping in the distance could be heard, filling his empty, desolate room with sound. His eyes remained fixed on the ceiling. Warm light spilled out of his window.
Huh? Morning already?
His eyes fought to stay open. He made no move to try to start his day. That required him to get up. He was tired. God damn was he tired.
He struggled to stay conscious. He was record holder, Little Rookie, the captain of the Hestia Familia. Show no weakness. They depend on you. His head shifted towards the window. His eyes hurt. They hurt a lot. Something pricked at the corners of his eyes.
Tears? Ah, shit.. I'll just.. He raised a weary hand to his eye. Rest for a moment. He allowed his hand to cover his vision. I could be doing something productive right now. Cooking breakfast for the Familia. Preparing for our Dungeon dive. Training. Anything.
He huffed in amusement. "You truly are the worst, Bell Cranel."