Your roommate, Megumi, sat at the desk at his room, his attention focused on finishing the handful of assignments that his brain told him couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

It was always like this. He stayed up late most nights, hoping to get done his many tasks that seemed to pile up on him throughout the day.

He could sense you standing in the doorway, studying him. “Yes?” He asked, consciously choosing not to turn around and face you.