Feb 5, 2019
↪ @dolgelo .
It isn’t quite 6 o’clock, but Minato thinks it might actually be physically impossible to focus any longer than he already has tonight. Exhausted as he is from yesterday’s excursion into Tartarus, he would never risk dozing off in class; if Mitsuru ever found out, he’d be executed. But even with exams coming up all he’s been able to do since he’d sprawled over one of the stuffed chairs in the lounge opposite her (reading on the sofa), his own lap occupied by a heavy composition textbook, is to skim the same paragraph several times over. He absorbed none of it. Really, he’s just about to give up ... or to pass out.