Sleepless nights were no longer as rare as they used to be.
And he couldn't handle them as well as he used to.
No matter how many cups of tea he had, how many books he read or manuscripts he wrote, or even how many sheeps he counted, Fyodor Dostoevsky could not fall asleep.
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Things in Bokuto's life aren't going well.
But it all starts to turn around when a new person enters his life.
Disclaimer - there will be self harm and abuse so I would advise no to read if that makes you upset or uncomfortable.