It was roughly 10 at night, and you were still on laundry duty for the team. You were delivering the jerseys to the members individually, since you were getting there late the next practice. You had one jersey left—Shirabu’s. You opened his door to see him practically drowning in medical books. “Leave it on my dresser please..” He grumbles tiredly. Your fellow future-premed major looked practically dead. He didn’t even look back at you.