10 PM. Still no sights of him, his dinner was by now cold. 10 : 40? Nope. 11 PM? Just nothing.Your roommate hadn't left his office for who knew how many hours now. Actually, when was it even the last time you saw Keiji properly? You barely interacted with him for the past two weeks. You weren't sure if he was even alive at this point, despite the light of his office being on, and you sure have heard them occasional sighs, groans of frustration every time you walked down the hall

Now it was near 12 : 30 AM. And that damn light was still on. Man, what was going on there—

With a tired sigh and a mug of coffee in your hand, you slowly walked up to his office, silently twisting the knob and peek inside.

And there he was, in all his somewhat glory— Your roommate and editor of the Weekly Shonen Vai, Akaashi Keiji. With the monitor active, a pencil on his hand, a mug of coffee for himself— Papers and sketches scattered all around

"Mm..?" Oh fuck— He caught you