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Tsuzuru was staring at his screen, bright white blinding him and black splotches of digitized ink dancing around in his vision.
How long had he been seated miserably at the same desk for, now? Eleven? Twelve hours, maybe? No matter. He had to get this assignment in before that clock hit 00:00 again to start a new day.
He was exhausted.
The current time he read was 22:43, there was no way he’d finish in time for the deadline. He already felt like a dead man, he might as well be one too. No point in prolonging the inevitable.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. So much for his grade this term.
His eyes felt heavy… surely it wouldn’t hurt to close them for a bit? Surely it wouldn’t….
Next thing he knew, he was fluttering his eyes open to his all-too-familiar computer screen and… the smell of instant ramen. Instant ramen? What time was it? 23:07. Huh. Looks like he had taken a nap.
But where had the ramen come from?
He blinked a few times to adjust his eyesight, that is, until they zeroed in on the evidence that gave it all away. A bright green sticky note on top of the cup’s lid.
Tsuzuru smiled knowingly, without even realizing he was doing so in the first place. He should’ve known.
The note was scribbled in quick, eccentric handwriting, glittery purple ink greeting Tsuzuru with the likeness of the one responsible:
yooo tsuzuroon!~☆ saw you were still working suuuuper hard :( dw i gotcha! i’ve delivered a super ultra special cup of instant ramen, Kaz-PIKO style with your name on it~ you looked kinda dead and i don’t like it when my boyfriends are kinda dead. stop being dead pls eat ramen instead ☆
Tsuzuru felt the laughter bubble up with ease, and before he knew it, he was laughing into his fist with an overwhelming sense of love and admiration.
God. He really loved Miyoshi Kazunari.
He stared at his screen thoughtfully. 23:15. Okay, he could do this. He’s got forty-five minutes on the clock and an energy boost from Kazunari. He felt like he could take out a god at this point.
After having some of his “super ultra special” ramen, he got back to work.
If Kazunari didn’t like Tsuzuru dead, it’d be a shame for him to disappoint.