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And then the clock struck the new hour and the soft chimes of his table clock rung out in the silence of the small space dedicated to homework. A make shift office, he’d like to call it, so he could be just like papa. In a work space where he wouldn’t be disturbed, and with the exams slowly approaching, he felt honestly thankful that such a thing was allowed. Soft cooking noised echoed around, resonating from his little Korilakkuma clock and it brought tired eyes up. First blank, as he stared at the hands, slowly working out the time in his exhausted mind... then confused as to why he’d set an alarm for this specific hour, and finally. Excitement, joy, flashing yellows and pinks in bright pastels as a jolt of energy filled his form and sprung him from his seat to the door. Relentless against the knob with a single quick harsh turn of his wrist and Jun could soon find himself running down the halls. Bare feet padding loudly along the wood.
He left it all behind. Problems, responsibility, family, anything that stressed him. All behind in that small area where the weight of textbooks and life decisions no longer rested on his back but the sturdy wood desk Papa hand picked. He left it all behind, because he no longer needed it. Bright browns locking with your sharp features the moment he’d turn the last corner. Shy again, just like the first time, with his arms clinging to the door frame. “Um... Papa?” he’d wait for those hypnotizing browns to look his way. “Papa? Can.. we take our bath now?”