[ Haruaki has noticed Akira seldom sleeps.

Of course he has. Very little escapes his watchful eye, whether people realize it or not, and he has much less to watch in this world than he did back home. Other people are becoming important to him, of course, but... of course Akira will always be a special case, being his only person from home. And he's the person Haruaki sees most often by a long shot besides. It's impossible not to be observant of his behaviors, his habits, his patterns.

And the one pattern Haruaki hasn't managed to pin down at all is when the hell he sleeps.

Haruaki scrubs at his eyes as he emerges into the living room, trying to rub away that last bit of grogginess that clings before he's had breakfast and tea, his words coming through a yawn: ]

Good morning, Takahashi-sensei~

[ He'd say good morning to Hana too, but like all creatures with good sense at five in the morning, she's snoozing away. Haruaki smiles at her, then turns his attention back to Akira, eyes going wide. ]

You didn't sleep at all? Again? It was like that yesterday morning, and the day before that, and the day before that...