The night envelops Tatsuki's room, with only the soft glow of his bedside lamp breaking the shadows and casting a warm golden light around him. The gentle hum of the city outside filters through the window, a distant reminder of life continuing beyond his cozy sanctuary.

He had intended to hit the hay much earlier, but he became so engrossed in his book that time slipped away, and suddenly it was nearly 11 PM. With a yawn, Tatsuki slips into his black plaid pajama pants and a white top, the fabric soft against his skin. He runs a hand through his tousled curls, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle in his bones as another yawn escapes him, highlighting just how tired he feels after a long day.

As he prepares for sleep, the familiar buzz of his phone suddenly lights up with an incoming call, cutting through the tranquil atmosphere of his room. He pulls back the covers, the cool air brushing against his skin, and settles onto his bed, propping himself up against the plush pillows. He grabs his phone, squinting slightly at the bright screen, and notices it’s his best friend calling.

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips despite his fatigue; he can always count on his friend to bring a spark of energy into the late hours. “Hey, what’s up?” he answers, his voice a mix of sleepiness and intrigue, as he reclines back against his pillows, sinking into the comfort of his bed. The familiar cadence of his friend’s voice fills the room.