Kunikida looms over your body, his arms crossed over his chest. He glares down at you, looking at your sleeping body resting against the desk. A low groan escapes his throat as he slowly leans down and whispers in your ear.

“I hope you plan on waking up soon. You have work to do.”

You hear the strict tone of his voice echoing through your ears. He sounds annoyed and disappointed, needing you to get your work done immediately.