Y/N's pov
I woke up on my couch, still feeling pretty damn tired after the mission yesterday. I heard my phone go off and saw Blitz calling my phone.
Blitzø: Hey, the office is going to be closed since I need some time to heal.
Y/N: Alright.
Blitzø: How's Loony doing?
Y/N: I'm not sure I got home and then passed out on my couch; I haven't seen her since yesterday.
Blitzø: Well, after that shitstain of a mission, I can't say I blame you.
Y/N: How long are you going to need to recover?
Blitzø: Well, since I've used the grimoire to help with the healing, I'd say no longer than 2 days.
Y/N: Alright, cool.
Blitzø: Oh, before I forget, can you please tell Loony I'm going to need her back at work soon?
Y/N: Um, yeah, sure.
Blitzø: Alright, thanks; enjoy your time off.
Y/N: You too.
I hung up and then heard my apartment door open.
Loona:Oh, you're awake.
Y/N: Um, yeah, where'd you run off to?
Loona: I just went out for lunch with a good friend of mine.
Y/N: Oh, nice.
Loona: Yeah, I haven't talked to her for a while, so I took her out to lunch.
Y/N: Nice, and before I forget, Blitz wants both of us back at the office soon.
Loona: How many more days do I have off?
Y/N: He needs 2 days off to heal after being shot, so we got 2 days.
Loona: BLITZ GOT SHOOT???!!!
Y/N: Yeah, but he's fine.
Loona: "But he got shot!
Her breathing started to become more rapid.
Y/N: Loona, calm down.
Loona: B-but-
Y/N: Loona, would I lie about your dad being dead?
She slowly catches her breath and calms down.
Loona: I guess that's a good point.
Y/N: So since we only have two days off before we go back to work, what do you want to do for now?
Loona: I just got back from eating, and you just woke up, so how about we just relax for a day? How does that sound?
Y/N: I could use a little R&R.
Loona: Wow, am I that bad of a roommate?
I could tell Loona was just being a smartass; she tends to joke around with me a lot.
Y/N: Nah. Wait, are you going to move in?
I might be wrong about this, but I could have sworn Loona blushed when I said that. She hid her face behind her phone, so I could be wrong.
Loona: No, once I go back to work, I'll head back to my place with Blitz.
Y/N: I'm sure he wants you home.
I got up and made my way to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Loona: Have you still not eaten yet?
Y/N: No, I skip breakfast for the most part.
Loona: You don't eat breakfast?
Y/N: Not all the offtin.
Loona: But you also don't eat lunch at work either.
Shit, now I'm going to make her worry again.
Loona: How long have you been skipping meals?
Y/N: Umm.
Loona: When was the last time you ate something?
Y/N: I haven't eaten since yesterday.
Loona: Dude, are you kidding me?
Y/N: No.
Loona: Alright, here's what I'm going to do.
Y/N: What do you mean?
Loona: You've comforted and taken care of me for over a week now; it's my turn to take care of you.
Y/N: Loona I'm 23, and I can make myself something to eat.
Loona: That doesn't mean you can't have a break now and again.
Y/N: Loona, just go relax, okay?
Loona: No, you haven't eaten, and I'd like to make you something.
Y/N: Loona, it's fine. There's really nothing neat.
Loona: Ugh. You've got to go to the most suborn demon in all of hell.
Y/N: Well, I'm not the one mentally recovering from a bad breakup.
Loona: Just let me make you something to eat.
Y/N: What if I say no?
Loona: Then I'll annoy you until you let me make you something to eat.
Y/N: What do you mean?
Loona started to poke at me and wouldn't stop.
Y/N: Can you not?
Loona: Are you going to let me make you something to eat?
Y/N: If it'll stop me from poking me, then yes.
She stooped, poking me.
Loona: Hold on... Did you even eat anything yesterday?
Y/N: Umm.
Loona: I'll repeat myself: did you or did you not eat yesterday?
Y/N: I mean, I got home then passed out, so, no, no, I did not.
Loona: Alright, go lay down while I make you some lunch.
Y/N: But don't you need some more time to recover?
Loona: Dude, all I'm asking is that you take it easy for once. You've worked your ass off all your life, even in your afterlife. Trust me, it's good to take a break once in a while.
Fuck, she has a point.
Y/N: Fine I guess I'll go "relax" for once.
Loona: Oh, don't be a smartass; it's one day.
Y/N: Alright, alright, I'll go relax, Jesus.
Loona: It's good you could use a break, so what did you want for lunch?
Y/N: Meh, whatever I have lying around.
Loona: I'm sure I can make something from scratch.
I walked over to the couch and laid down while Loona did some digging around, looking for something to make me feel better.
Loona's pov
I was digging around looking for something to make for Y/N. Wow, this dude really doesn't buy himself food. I'm better off ordering him something at this point. I dug around some more and came up empty-handed, so with no other option, I asked him if he had anything.
Loona: Dude, do you have anything to eat?
I should have some bread in the cabinet somewhere.
Loona: Gone bad.
Y/N: Leftovers?
Loona: I ate them yesterday.
Y/N: Welp I've got nothing.
Loona: You've got to eat something.
Y/N: Just order something.
Loona: I guess we can order a pizza or something.
Y/N: Meatlovers?
Loona: Fuck yeah.
I took out my phone and ordered an extra-large meat lover's pizza. After being on hold for almost an hour, they finally picked up and took our order.
Pizza Guy: Satan's Pizza, how may we help you?
Loona: I'd like one extra large meat lover's pizza, please.
Pizza guy: Alright, that'll be 25.50.
Loona: Yeah, whatever.
I hung up and walked over to Y/N, who was actually taking it easy for once.
Loona: Alright, our pizza should be here in about an hour.
He gave me a thumbs-up while yawning.
Loona: Still tired?
Y/N: A little bit, yeah.
Loona: Why don't you get some more sleep, then? I'll let you know when the pizza is here.
Y/N: I've been sleeping almost all day so far.
Loona: So? I sleep in all the time; there's nothing wrong with that.
Y/N: I guess some more sleep won't hurt.
Loona: There you go, just try to relax.
He closed his eyes and slowly went back to sleep. Since he was just kind of sleeping there, I thought I'd throw the blanket over top of him. Just looking at him, I could tell he needed a day; he looked rather stressed about something. I was confused. We had the next 2 days off, and even then we just hung around the office, not really doing much. Why does he look so stressed, then? Sure, I might be overthinking this, but he looks so stressed out, I can't put my finger on it.
Loona: He looks pretty relaxed, but at the same time, he looks stressed as fuck. Is there something he's not telling me?
Y/N: You know I can hear you, right?
Loona: Shit, my bad.
He sat up for a second.
Y/N: Just a burnout from overworking myself, that's all.
Loona: Dude, how many times have we told you to stop overworking?
Y/N: Do I do it that way?
Loona: Even Moxxie told you to stop.
Y/N: Okay, fair.
Loona: Just relax for once, will you?
Y/N: Fine, I'll try.
He closed his eyes again and fell asleep, hopefully getting some rest this time. Words can't really describe how bad I feel for him; he's been through a lot before the age of 25. He killed himself and lost both of his parents at a young age, from what I've heard anyway, and what made it worse was the fact he had to work so many jobs just to afford that shitty apartment he lived in. I went there once with him, and it was just as bad as he said it was. Some more time goes by, and I hear the doorbell ring.
Loona: Finally, I'm starving.
I walked over to the door, paid for the pizza, walked back over to Y/N, and sat back down. I shook his arm gently as he slowly woke up.
Loona: Hey, our pizzas are here.
Y/N: Oh, cool.
He stood, grabbed a slice of pizza, ate it within seconds, then went to go get some water, then went right back to sleep, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I just have a feeling he's hiding something, but I don't know what it is. I know damn well he's lying about something, not just to me but to all of us. I just don't understand why he would do something like this. He's never lied to us before, so something happened to him recently. I'll have to figure out what it is in my spare time. I want to help you, Y/N, but you always make helping you so hard. I only wish that you'd talk to us; we all want to help you. I've helped you once, and by God, I'll help you again; that's what friends are for, after all.