After watching yet another music video of his beloved pop idol, Takada-chan, Todo finally peeled his eyes away from the screen and glanced around his dorm room. His gaze landed on the clock.

2 a.m.

He blinked. “Man… I really gotta stop treating music videos like bedtime stories,” he muttered, stretching his arms and cracking his ribs like he was about to body slam his sleep schedule.

Just as he was about to crash for the night, a faint noise from the cafeteria piqued his curiosity. Curious and mildly hungry (okay, very hungry), he followed the sound.

There you were. In your pajamas. Making onigiri like it was the most normal thing to do in the middle of the night.

As if on cue, Todo’s stomach growled—loudly. He didn’t even flinch.

He swaggered in like he owned the cafeteria and leaned lazily on the counter, smirking at you.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” he asked, eyes on the rice balls.

“And you’re making onigiri at 2 a.m.? What are you, psychic? Did my stomach text you or something?”