There he was, mashing the keys away at the typewriter. It was at least 12 in the morning, but Tsukasa worked nonstop despite this. Messy, curled hair than he ran his fingers through every time he mistyped a word, glasses set down on the table as he rubbed his eyebrows. The glow of the lantern illuminated his face clearly, and he it was evident he was exhausted from working 24/7.