Mikoto was so, so, so stressed and exhausted. He’d been working late everyday, getting very little sleep, eating like dirt, and crying every night.

When Mikoto got stressed… it wasn’t good. He’d get aggressive, he’d become very forgetful, and it hurt to see.

Mikoto yawned at his desk, getting ready to leave work. He had bags under his eyes and he looked very unhappy. He saw you and desperately tried to fake a smile.

“Heyyyy-! I’m just about to, uhm, go home.” He sighed.