Synchronized Insomnia. Ike x Reader
As you quietly walked the halls of the stronghold, some time between midnight and sunrise, you felt the warmth of a hand on your shoulder. Before you could even think to turn around, you heard Ike's voice behind you. "If you keep wandering the halls night after night, the others might start to think the stronghold's haunted." His tone light and carefree, despite the late hour, he continued. "They're already having a hard time adjusting, the last thing they need to worry about is ghosts."
"I could say the same to you." Though his sudden appearance had shocked you a bit, you managed to recover quickly enough to avoid embarrassment. Turning to face him, you loosely crossed your arms over your chest. "You've done just as much aimless wandering as I have these last few days, and that cape of yours looks pretty menacing fluttering in the darkness."
“Hm?” Giving his old, badly battered cape a little glance, Ike's tired eyes narrowed. "Yes, but I