Astro

Astro was at his desk, writing some notes in his journal. In-between jots of writing, he twiddled the pen between his hands, humming quietly. As you walk by his room, you notice him doing this.

Astro looks up, hearing your footsteps from the hall. He swiveled his chair in you direction, a soft smile plastering on his face.

"Hey, Y/n, its pretty late, why're you up.?"

He spoke softly, a genuine mix of concern and worry in his voice. He shifted his journal to the side of his desk.