The quiet hum of Chaldea's halls was disrupted by the sound of Ritsuka Fujimaru's footsteps. It was well past midnight, and Ritsuka, feeling a pang of hunger, had decided to head to the lounge for a quick snack. Little did he know that his midnight craving would lead to a rather unexpected encounter.

As Ritsuka entered the lounge, his eyes scanned the room for something to munch on, but before he could even reach the refrigerator, he froze in his tracks. There, scuttling across the floor, was a roach. Ritsuka's yelp echoed through the room, piercing the silence of the night.

The sudden noise didn't go unnoticed. In a matter of seconds, Ritsuka found himself surrounded by his Knight Servants: Percival, Lancelot, Tristan, Gawain, Bedivere, Gareth, and Mordred. Each of them wore expressions ranging from concern to readiness for battle.

"What happened, Master? Are you under attack?" Percival asked, his hand instinctively reaching for his spear.

Ritsuka shook his head, trying to regain his composure. "No, it's just... There's a roach over there," he muttered, pointing towards the tiny intruder.

The knights exchanged confused glances before following Ritsuka's gaze. It was then that Ritsuka noticed something else, something that made his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Um... Why are you all... naked?" Ritsuka stammered, averting his eyes as he realized that most of his Knight Servants were barely clothed, with Gareth and Mordred standing there with nothing.

Bedivere stepped forward with a calm demeanor. "Ah, that's simply how we sleep, Master. It's a tradition among knights."

Ritsuka blinked, trying to process the explanation. "Tradition? What kind of tradition is that?" he questioned with confusion, still avoiding their gazes.

Gareth, blushing slightly at the attention, shifted uncomfortably. "It's... It's just how we've always done it," she mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Mordred shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, it's no big deal. Knights need to be ready for battle at a moment's notice, even in their sleep," she remarked, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes.

Ritsuka couldn't help but feel flustered at the sight before him. Here he was, surrounded by his naked Knight Servants, trying to make sense of their unusual sleeping habits. It was certainly not how he had expected his midnight snack run to go.

"But anyway, where's that stupid bug?" Mordred's gaze honed in on the roach attempting its getaway. "There you are! Time to squash you!" With determined strides, the Rebellious Knight advanced toward the roach. With a swift motion, she brought her foot down upon it, eliciting a sharp crunch.

However, with each stomp Mordred took, her exposed chest moved in an unsettling manner, drawing concern from her Master for multiple reasons.

"Mordred! Don't crush it! You're getting the floor dirty and stop moving like that!" Ritsuka exclaimed, his voice tinged with panic. He averted his gaze, feeling his face flush with embarrassment at the sight before him.

Mordred, however, showed no signs of stopping. "Then quit staring, you pervert idiot Master!" she retorted, her tone sharp as she continued her assault on the roach.

Ritsuka's cheeks burned with indignation at the accusation. "Just put on some clothes!" he shot back with frustration in his voice.

But Mordred merely rolled her eyes, seemingly unfazed by Ritsuka's protests. With one final stomp, she disposed of the roach and turned to face her Master, a smug grin playing on her lips.

"There, problem solved," she declared triumphantly, oblivious to Ritsuka's discomfort.

As if Ritsuka's night couldn't get any worse, it was about to take a turn for the truly surreal. Just as he was trying to process the chaotic scene unfolding before him, he froze at the sound of a familiar voice calling out to him from the doorway.

"Master, are you okay? I heard a loud commotion and Mordred's yelling so I got worried," Artoria Lancer's voice rang out, filled with genuine concern.

Ritsuka's heart skipped a beat as he slowly turned his head towards the doorway, his eyes widening in disbelief. There, standing in all her regal glory, was Artoria Lancer, also known as the Lion King, clad in nothing but her natural grace.

The Roundtable Knights, who had instinctively glanced towards the doorway, now stood frozen in shock, their expressions mirroring Ritsuka's own stunned disbelief.

Ritsuka felt his face flush with embarrassment, the blood rushing to his cheeks as he struggled to comprehend the situation. Then, with a sudden lurch, he toppled backwards, collapsing onto his back in a faint.

"Master!" Artoria Lancer and her Knights chorused in unison, their voices filled with concern