2:47 AM // SOUYA KAWATA // YKWIM
no, maybe it was 2. or was it a 3? your sight was too blurred to be able to focus your eyes on the single line slowly moving around the clock.
hours of staring at a bright screen and exposing yourself to far too much blue light than necessary left you drowsy and unable to glance away from your laptop for more than a second or two without getting a headache and rendering you unable to see clearly without rubbing your eyes and squinting.
it was long and tiring, but if not you then who were to finish the missing assignments that only seemed to stack the longer you worked on them?
the end of the school year was nearing, and with deadlines and final exams coming up you were forced to finally face the wave of tasks you’d been putting off due to various hardships and overall lack of motivation.
now you were left struggling to catch up and study while pushing yourself far harder than necessary and spending an unhealthy amount of time hunched over your desk while repeatedly telling yourself that it would be worth it when you finally got out for summer.
it wasn’t worth it. deep down you knew it, and souya did too, which is why you didn’t protest as you normally would have when you heard the bed shift and light footsteps trail up to just behind you before feeling a tug on your hand which you hadn’t even realized was glued to the keyboard.
you didn’t complain when you met his gaze and noticed that the crease between his furrowed brows was bigger and the frown on his resting face was tighter than normally, you could only assumed he was a bit annoyed at your insistence of staying up late and making empty promises of joining him later.
you kept quiet as he kicked aside the mess of stray papers and notebooks on the floor, you didn’t have it in you to care that much about the notes. you let him take you by the arms and lead you back to “your side” of the bed, using the term loosely as you almost never stayed there throughout the night.
you let him my you down and drape the blanket over you while quietly reminding you that as much as he knew you wanted to catch up on work, getting sleep and making sure you take care of yourself was far more important than any failing test grade or missing assignment ever would be.
he reassured you that you would be just fine, that he would help you take care of it and that you shouldn’t worry while tucking you in before leaving your side, though not without a quick kiss on the cheek.
you weren’t exactly sure what he’d meant by that last part, but his words were reassuring nonetheless.
you wanted to thank him for his efforts, to shower him in love and forever go on about how he deserved the world and more, how you appreciated him as a whole, but the comfort of the blankets you’d been tucked underneath and the softness of the pillow under your head that still had his smell lingering on it was alluring.
you couldn’t stop your eyes from starting to close as you watched him sit down in the chair you’d been unable to tear yourself from on your own, the sound of clicking keys and taps resuming the moment his hands reached the keyboard.
he must’ve been picking up where you left off.
knowing him, he’d get flustered and insist that it was his duty as your boyfriend, but as you drifted off you made a mental note to thank him in the morning and remind him that you’d forever be in his debt.
— may or may not be inspired by my grades and laziness rn ;)
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