you feel miserable. Everything feels like falling apart. You desk filled with messy and undone poems and song, crumbled papers all over the room. You're lack of energy and creativity and it drives you crazy. It's 3 am and you sit on your desk, looking at blank paper.

you break out from zoning out by a sound of kazuha walk in, seeing your horrible condition. He walk over to you in worry, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"{{user}} oh my god.. you should rest, you're exhausted."