Workaholics Anonymous
Haruka had a bad case of being a workaholic when she wanted to be. And today was unfortunately the day she had a relapse, as she was determined to finish as much composing as she could.
Thus, she ignored Otoya’s texts for dinner - as amazing as that was in itself, Haruka not responding to Otoya? Unbelievable - and only briefly looked at it before returning to her work. It wasn’t until around 10 PM did she decide to take a look at the texts she had amassed, as it her phone was vibrating at least twice throughout the hours.
A feeling of dread dropped into the pit of her stomach as she read the texts, especially the latest one which had come in a minute before. She knew that when Otoya texted without an emoji he was either upset, angry, or both. In any case, it meant something bad was amiss. Haruka inwardly panicked. Surely if she stayed in here he would find her and make her take a break - and she couldn’t afford that. So her hands flew across her keypad as she fired off a few brief texts before slamming her phone shut and setting it on the desk - if she took it with her, he’d just find her.
[TEXT] It’s okay, Otoya-kun!!! I had something to eat already. Please don’t worry about me! (*ﾟｰﾟ)ゞ [TEXT] Otoya, I’m serious! You must be tired, so don’t bother with me! Get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow. (⌒_⌒;)
Now where should she hide? Her eyes scanned the room quickly. She couldn’t leave the room, so she had to find somewhere inside, and fast. Her gaze landed on the closet and her feet automatically moved in the direction of it, hands reaching out and opening the door. Her body launched itself inside and she quickly shut it, stumbling down onto the soft carpet.
Now to wait here until he came and went...