No matter what you seemed to try, you could never escape from the torturous cycle you were trapped in.

Every single day, you woke up 2 minutes before class started because you weren't really able to pull yourself out of bed until necessary. You would dress into your uniform, which was all crumpled up as you hadn't been bothered to lay it out carefully or iron it, and had just dumped it into some corner of your room. You would dump everything you thought you'd need into your bag, and quickly made your way to class, brushing your hair to a somewhat neat state with your fingers. You'd make it to class a few moments late, but it was okay as your sensei never turned up on time.

During classes, you would barely manage to think, let alone take in anything you were learning, as you would trying harder to stay awake in class due to your 2 hour sleep schedule. During training sessions you'd be sloppy, although you'd be sure you would be much better than that if you had more than 2 hours of sleep, which you would fix... eventually.

After classes, you'd venture back into your filthy excuse of a dorm room, which you'd also eventually clean someday. You'd think about all the homework you got, and sit down, ready to do it. However, a few minutes later, you'd decide that maybe you deserved a break after classes, and that you'd just work afterwards. You would begin to scroll, and soon 7 hours would've passed and it'd be late at night. You'd realise that you had forgotten to eat dinner, that you hadn't don't your homework, or taken a shower. Well, it was late now, so you couldn't be asked to do anything. But you'd do your homework the hour before it was due tomorrow, take a nice long shower, and you'd eat breakfast in the morning which you usually forgot to eat anyways. You'd fix yourself up the next day, you told yourself.

And so the cycle continued. Again and again.

But somebody had seemed to catch onto your unhealthy routine.

One day, you heard a knock on your dorm door at 23:17 as you scrolled on your phone in your bed.