𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Hypersomnia| Request

AN: A lovely person requested an imagine in which the reader has hypersomnia. I didn't know much about this previously so I hope this is alright♡

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I force myself to stay awake despite my body physically aching from the strain and effort, I can't even conjure up a thought from how overwhelmingly tired I feel, but I desperately want to spend time with Leon, feeling guilty if I don't.

"Sleepy?" Leon softly asks, looking down at me. I'm currently nestled in his lap, his laptop resting on me as he works, typing with one hand as his other rubs my back. I nod, a yawn escaping me, but I'm not going to sleep. I'm not. I'm not.

"Yeah, but I can wait a little longer. You're almost done right?" I ask with hope, referring to his report he's writing up. Leon nods, brows drawing together as he watches my eyes droop. They drop fully closed for a second but I jolt myself out of it, widening my eyes as I smile at him, hoping it's enough to convince him I'm fine. It isn't.

"I'll be a few more minutes yet. You know you can go to bed, you don't have to stay up if you're tired. We can watch that TV show tomorrow." Leon offers, but childishly I shake my head and climb off of him, already reaching for the remote.

"No, I want to watch it tonight, we haven't sat watched anything together for ages." I whine, but it's more than that. I'm fed up of my hypersomnia interfering with everything, including my relationship with Leon. It's hard enough to spend time with him as it is, yet alone with my own problems.

Leon chuckles at my resilience, warming my heart, before resuming his typing as I yawn again, a headache threatening me from over-exhaustion. "It's been a week baby. Seriously, I'm home all day tomorrow so we can do anything you want. I don't want you making yourself ill just because you're waiting for me." He coos, gently bumping his head against mine in a form of comfort.

I ignore his words, loading up the show and grabbing a blanket as I get comfortable, unable to hold myself up I lie on my side, my hand tucked under my head like a pillow. I stare at the TV, feeling myself drop off again, then when I open my eyes again Leon's moved and is putting his laptop away. "Baby?" 

"Still here." I mumble, reaching out a hand in a wave. He smiles, then settles in behind me, his arm snaking under my head to act as a new pillow. His warm body envelopes mine as he presses play and the show begins. 

I'm lost only ten minutes in, my mind is unable to process the story or what's going on, and the characters may as well be speaking a different language. My muscles ache and all I want to do is sleep, so I let myself doze off for a few minutes, thinking that when I wake only one episode will be over. 

When I do wake up, sunlight is streaming through the curtains of our bedroom. Wait, that can't be right? I sit up, feeling a little more rested but still drained as I look around, seeing that it's eleven in the morning. Leon isn't in bed, of course not though, he's an early riser, but I hardly ever sleep in this long. 

I sigh, figuring that Leon must have saw that I fell asleep and took me to bed, tucking me in then leaving me to rest for as long as I needed rather than letting my alarm go off. I swing my legs over the bed and stand, stretching like a cat before heading to explore and find my handsome man.

It doesn't take long. As soon as I enter the kitchen I can smell the food cooking. Mouth watering, I walk up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind as he turns and smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Morning my little sleepyhead." He softly murmurs, using my nickname as a cute and lovely thing rather than in a teasing way. Yet again, my heart flips at the fact he's all mine.

"Hi." I whisper, voice thick from needing a drink. Leon grabs a glass as I sit down, then he pours me some fresh orange juice as I take my vitamins. "What are you cooking?" I ask.

"Pancakes. You like strawberries on them, right?" He asks, heading back to the pan as it sizzles. I hum in agreement, yawning. All of a sudden Leon's placing a plate in front of me, a couple of pancakes stacked with fresh strawberries designing it to look like a happy face. 

I grin, "Thank you, this looks amazing. I'm sorry I fell asleep last night, I did want to keep you company but..." I trail off, lips turning down. 

Leon reaches out and smooths my hair away from my face, "It's alright, I know you can't help it, besides I fell asleep not long after you. Quite the pair huh?" He says to make me feel better.

"Yeah, maybe we can go out and do something today? There's that new store I wanted to visit." I suggest as Leon grabs his own plate and joins me. We dig in as we talk excitedly, Leon not once dismisses my words or makes me feel incapable. 

No matter what, he loves and supports me despite my condition, and even accommodates for me in every way possible. That's just reason number one million why Leon Kennedy is a perfect man.