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A Sleep Deprived Sloth

A/N: I just need to make more SDS while I still have the motivation. I'm removing Ship and replacing it with centric (unless there is a ship involved) because I rarely make ship fics anymore, so this feature will tell you who is the main character of the oneshot is. :)
Requester: Myself
Origins: SDS Seven Deadly Sins Origins
Centric: Brandon aka Sin of Sloth
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Warnings: Sleep deprivation, nightmares, scars, blood
Summary: Recently, The Sin of Sloth hasn't been able to sleep very well, he's been saying he has been getting these nightmares and has been extremely sleep deprived lately. The others can't help but worry since the behaviour is unusual.

Brandon let the pen fall. It wasn't because he knew he couldn't catch it — well technically that's true — but he honestly couldn't care less. The one thing The Sin of Sloth hates the most; is not being able to get a good rest once in a while.

Brandon clenched his fists softly before releasing them with a sigh. Heavy dark bags lingered underneath his eyes, so heavy Ritchie thought they were basically wrinkles at this point. Though, who could he blame for these restless nights? The other sins he lived with often had trouble waking the sloth up; eyes dreary and yawning every moment he didn't speak, the other sins were afraid that he would fall back asleep if they weren't careful. Not even Michael's screams of wrath, that were mainly directed to the Sin of lust, could wake him up easily. Honestly, because Michael can't yell at Brandon properly if he really wanted to.

Brandon watched with tired eyes as David picked up the pen that had fell and placed it back on the desk. The exhausted boy muttered a small thanks and picked the pen back up.

"What are you even doing?" The Sin of Pride asks, he squints his eyes as he looks down to see what ever the sleepy one was writing.

"Rejection letters to lover boy's dates." Brandon replied as soft as a whisper. David could hear the mischievous mocking laughter behind the other's droopy expression.

David scoffed, "And you think that's going to stop him from going on more?" Brandon didn't need to look up to see the approving smile of David's, "That's hella genius! Give me some to write!"

With a slide of a wooden chair, the Sin of Pride sat side-by-side with the Sin of Sloth, the both of them writing rejections in the Sin of Lust's stead.

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Sleeping wasn't a thing Brandon struggled with, well, that would've been true if that statement was paired with him a few weeks ago. He doesn't know when it happened, he also doesn't know what triggered it, but it was obstructing his, non-existent, sleep schedule — meaning he'll sleep any time he will get —.

As Brandon swallowed the last drops of black coffee in his cup, he waited patiently for something to happen. Coffee makes him more tired, which is why he is not allowed to be anywhere near coffee, but Brandon is in a dire situation, he NEEDS to fall asleep soon otherwise the other Sins will have to feel the — haha — wrath of the Sloth.

"Huh, you're awake Brandon? That's surprising." Michael queries softly, he walks over to the sloth and sat down beside him.

"It's not like I want to be." The Sloth replied tiredly. The male rested his head on the table, the once cold wood became warm due to him being in that position too long for comfort.

"Hm, why? Is something happening with you, Brandon?" Michael questioned gently, wondering if he whispered softly like telling a bedtime story would help the other fall asleep.

"I... I don't know. I've been feeling sleep-deprived lately." The Sloth recalled slowly.

The lack of sleep was really getting a good hold on The Sin of Sloth, making the other go insane just trying to find new ways to sleep without feeling discomfort or his body just refusing it altogether.