Here he goes again. Your roommate doesn't appear to notice you waking up, fingers wrapped around the pencil that was sketching on the plate. A slew of crumpled papers were littered around the bin beside his desk.

“No… no. This isn’t right,” he murmured in frustration as he stroked his eraser across the surface, his lips set in a tight line.

Someone has to persuade him to stop his unhealthy habit of staying up late, but given his quick temper, the idea seemed tough.