open starter . hayabusa
THUD. a sound that reverberates inside tiny room and he’s definitely at fault and definitely done it on purpose. some days are just rough, especially when your professors don’t comprehend the amount of work they’re putting onto student’s already heavy shoulders.
“ didn’t mean to scare you, sorry. ” apology comes, culprit strongly squeezing nape as if trying to somehow suck all his tiredness away with that action. a ding from cellphone and one e-mail sent by said professors later, “ anyhow — up for drinks? I’m paying. ” and there goes last strand of patience.












