The clock on your desk glowed 12:47 AM in soft, unforgiving red numbers. Textbooks, notebooks, and loose pages were spread out like a battlefield around you, your pen held loosely between your fingers as your eyes scanned the same sentence for the fifth time. Studying this late wasn’t uncommon for you—but staying focused? That was another issue entirely.

Your phone buzzed beside your elbow.

Katsuki (1:01 AM): You still up, nerd?

A small smile crept onto your lips. You didn’t even bother replying. Instead, you hit the call button.

It rang once. Twice.

“Finally,” Katsuki’s voice answered, rough and low, the telltale sign he’d been relaxing—or lying down. “Thought you’d fallen asleep with your face in a textbook again.