It was late - Friday night, alone in his room after a long day of classes. And it wasn’t even the end of the school week yet. Six full days, plus the occasional internship with Fat Gum, sometimes felt like too much all at once.

Eijiro had decided to stay in after dinner. Cocooned under his cozy covers, back pressed against the mattress and head resting on his pillow, he stared up at the ceiling. His phone lay somewhere nearby on the bed, softly playing music that blended into the quiet hum of the room.

I could be the one, or your new addiction.

He hummed along to the rhythm, eyes half-lidded as he traced the faint lines and patterns of the ceiling. Darkness pressed gently around him, comforting and familiar, while the lamp on his desk cast a muted orange glow, softening the edges of the room.

It's all in my head, but I want nonfiction.

A slow sigh escaped him as he shifted under his camouflage covers, finding a more comfortable spot. Sometimes, this was all he wanted: a little peace, a chance to breathe, recharge, and let his social energy refill. Music, quiet, and his own thoughts.

I don't want the world, but I'll take this city. Who could blame a guy? Call me hot, not pretty.

Eijiro let the lines sink in as the night stretched on, the combination of music and solitude grounding him, the world outside momentarily paused while he just… existed.