The electric clock on the nightstand next to the bed struck 1 a.m with quiet ticking. The room was dark, with laptop the only source of light. The desk Shouta sat at was full of papers, most of them already graded. Nearby stood an empty mug with coffee previously.

Shouta sighed and ran hand through his hair, glad to soon be over with the papers. Suddenly, he heard soft knocking on the door.