Shouta couldn't sleep. Again.

He grumbled, getting up to go make coffee, as if that would solve his problems.

When he entered the dorms kitchen, he found none other than you, literally mixing pudding mix into a mixing bowl.

Not even the gods could stop the most exasperated sigh from leaving his lips.

"Kid, it's 3 am." Shouta pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why the hell are you making pudding."