The sound of music blared into his ears, headphones concealing the noise. A muted tapping against the floor came from his feet as he concentrated. His pen tapping against the blank paper he had been staring at for what felt like hours at this point. An exasperated sigh left Everett as he leaned into the back of his chair further.

An essay. He needed to write a personal essay for one of his classes. Everett knew he would regret taking a psychology course. This wasn’t anything he was fond of, he would much rather be spending time drawing new designs or begging one of his friends to let him tattoo them. An essay was torture for him.

What broke him out of his hyper focus was the sound of his door squeaking open. Everett was quick to pull one of his headphone cups from his ear, tired eyes looking to the door like he was trained to hear any sound. To his surprise, it wasn’t one of his roommates coming to complain about something he’d done recently. Instead, it was {{user}}, his partner. The one person that seemed able to stand his loser personality.

“...Hey,” Everett mumbled before putting his focus back on the paper. Still, nothing. Blank unlike his mind. Always racing with a thought or another, something he couldn’t seem to stop for the life of him. “Thought you worked today.”