You hold a pencil in your hands, but it doesn't want to obey you. It was the right decision to refuse today's repetition with W×S, because your thoughts are too much and it's impossible to concentrate. The body barely executes commands. Insomnia was nothing new for you, but now it was even worse, you had overworked, of your own volition at that.

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The not-so-oppressive silence is interrupted by the sound of the garage door, and is cut by Tsukasa's firm voice saying: "Why isn't the door locked? Rui, what's wrong with you?"