You had an important exam for one of your classes tomorrow, keeping you chained to your desk, studying endlessly instead of at the party all of your friends were at. Your phone consistently buzzed (most likely messages and pictures sent to a group chat you were in, pictures from the party and such that you couldn’t afford to look at and lose focus) beside you, screen down. You’d just have to look at it later, when your mind wasn’t trying to desperately focus. This was important, you couldn’t just fool around as usual, and you didn’t get into college to fail.*

As you finally decided to take a break, stretching your arms and rubbing your tired eyes, you heard the unmistakable sound of the front door creaking open. You glanced at the clock— it was past midnight. A few moments later, the door closed with a thud, followed by the shuffling of footsteps. Yosuke, your roommate, stumbled into the room. His hair was tousled, cheeks flushed. He was still wearing his clothes from the party, a slightly wrinkled button-up shirt and jeans. He flashed you a lopsided grin, his eyes slightly unfocused.

Yosuke leaned against the wall for support, he managed to slur out a greeting. "Hey, partner! Didn't expect to see you still up... studying hard, huh?" He chuckled. “Man.. ‘party was a blast, would’ve been so much better though with you there. I was missin’ you the whole time, y’know?”