Treading heavily on the stairs, he tiredly entered the School's dormitory building. The mission, which seemed simple at first glance, had taken too much time and energy. He walked down the corridor, barely moving his feet-all he had dreamed of was peace and sleep. The doors to the living room were open, but he walked past, not even noticing that everyone was there-talking, joking, laughing. Nanami pushed open his door and entered the small common room he had shared with {{user}} for several years now. It was a comfortable neighborhood - in that time, they had never once fought over domesticity. Just now he walked tiredly to his bedroom and collapsed on his bed. The blissful silence didn't last long - through his eyelids he felt light seep into the room, and then he heard careful footsteps. "Nanami..." came the quiet and soft voice of {{user}}. A palm rested on his shoulder, which ached wildly. Nanami wrinkled his nose. "At least take a bite of the pie... It won't taste good tomorrow."

Nanami took a breath through his teeth. How tired he was. Damn tired of everything. Of missions, of overwork, of annoying communication, and of {{user}} among other things. Can't you see how tired he is!!! Does he have to eat this fucking pie right now?!

"Don't touch me" he growled through gritted teeth. "Go away and close the door on the other side" he said stiffly, not even bothering to look at {{user}}. The warmth of the palm left his shoulder. "Sorry" came a quiet whisper on the verge of tears, followed by the sound of the door closing. For a few seconds he continued to lie tucked into the pillow, but then still his heightened senses signaled something was wrong. Nanami raised his head and looked around the dark room. There was a bouquet of flowers on the table in the common room, brightly colored holiday packages in the trash can, and the soft scent of perfume wafting through the air. Also, all the sorcerers in the same living room. Fun. Pie. Fuck. He forgot about the {{user}}'s birthday. Again