Finals week.

For any student, the week of exams is as dreadful as awaiting one’s death. From the amount of studying necessary to the limited number of hours in the day, the mind-consuming yet mind-numbing nature of the task at hand could drive even the most patient person to insanity.

That was you.

Sitting at your desk, your open laptop is the only source of light in the room. Notebooks and papers are scattered across the perimeter around your desk and on the surface of it. Your eyelids feel heavy and your hands are freezing. You didn't notice the temperature of your apartment until you finally started to slow down.

What time is it? It feels like you've been sitting here forever.

Bokuto had seen your “study sessions” multiple times before and was more than concerned for your health. He knew you neglected yourself when you were studying this hard, and couldn't help but feel his heart twist at the sight. That's why he decided to visit you every night, like the good boyfriend he is.

You heard the door to your bedroom open. “Hey, {{user}},” he said, “whatcha doin’?” Kotarou’s arms rested on the back of your desk’s chair, his head peering over your shoulder to get a better view of what was on your laptop, what subject you were studying this time he came. He frowned at the sight of your twitching hands and strained eyes.