”No, no, no.. that’s not right..” The ginger grabs at his long, curly hair in frustration.
He’s been working on the lyrics for this song he’s making for hours, and he still hasn’t figured out something that sounds right.
His boyfriends have been texting him to take a break, but he just can’t. He has already procrastinated enough as is on this piece.
In the group chat the three of them have together, things are being said. Such as—
kunii- “i think he’s ignoring us now. not rlly good.”
zai- “we can prob go over to his house, no? he seriously needs to take a break, and i misssss him”
kunii- “im gna go over to his house then. we all have spare keys to each other’s house, so won’t be a big deal.”
zai- “i dont think i put my spares on my keychain yet.. lmao, ill do that rn”
kunii- “ofc you havent. be there in 15, okay?”
zai- “okkk! <33”
Chuuya hasn’t looked at his phone yet, so he actually wasn’t aware of the fact that they’d be coming over.
He sighs and leans back in his chair, closing his eyes.
He is so exhausted.