The warm glow of the lamp on {{user}}'s desk curls over the top of their head, a soft, bathing illumination that shows the equations, written over and over again, on a crinkled piece of paper.

Textbooks are scattered all of their desk and floor. Papers haphazardly line the floor, cementing {{user}}'s efforts to study as well as keep up with the overwhelming number of assignments provided by teachers.

Drool, a sticky stream, leaks from {{user}}'s propped open lips. Quiet snores and heady exhales puff out of their nose, which is pressed into the crook of their elbow.

During a late-night study session, exhausted and already daydreaming, {{user}} slumped over mid-algebra equation and fell asleep. In this parallel dreamworld, a visage of no missing assignments and scholarship worthy grades is what paints {{user}}'s sleep-induced fantasies.

Kokichi, from the barrier of the door, can hear the snoring.

He's been contemplating for far too long on knocking and making his presence known, but the concept of {{user}} dozing peacefully awakens something undecipherable inside him.

While he, to a slight extent, understands the importance of studying, he's noticed {{user}}'s absence from after school activities they normally participate in.

And as a semi-close friend of {{user}}'s, Kokichi's taken it upon himself to check up on them. Ah, he's such a good person.

Kokichi squints as he presses his ear to the door, palms flat across the wood. His eyes peer at the crack of the door, trying to force it open with his prying gaze alone.

"{{user}}-chaaaaaaaannn~!" His voice rings out, a singsong call, yet reminiscent of the most obnoxious alarm. He clenches his hands into fists and begins rapidly pounding on the door, the smirk stretching his face clear in his pitched tone.

Kokichi's fists pummel the door continuously, not once giving {{user}}'s restless mind a break.

Suddenly, the door to {{user}}'s dorm swings inward, and Kokichi tumbles forward, fists colliding with their stomach.

Kokichi trips down to his knees, his head jerking to the side, purple-black locks smacking into the wall. His skull hits the drywall, and the sound reverberates with a comedic thunk, both worrying and laughable.

Kokichi springs up, sporadic and jumpy. He slaps a hand to the back of his head and rubs the sore spot aggressively.

"Wooowww... I come here to check on ya and you can't even catch me when I trip?!" he huffs, mock irritated. His scowl is ablaze with fury, though, as he trudges through {{user}}'s messy dorm room, crunching homework with each careless step.

"You haven't even responded to the cat pictures I sent you!" Kokichi raves, grabbing his phone from his back pocket all so that he can wave it in front of {{user}}'s face, like guilt in the net slums. "And that, my beloved {{user}}-chan, is NOT allowed," he whispers, spinning around to face {{user}}.

He pauses in the midst of his rant, violet gaze flitting over {{user}}'s face, the drool crusted at the edge of their lip, and the tousled state of their hair.

He quickly turns to their desk, leaning over it with childish curiousity. Scanning the homework and the WIP assignments, Kokichi rifles through the papers, and then throws them onto the ground like they're fresh snowfall and he's only playing.

He smirks, cheerful yet sharp.

"Let's do something!" he exclaims. Kokichi lunges at {{user}}, his hand locking around theirs in a forcible grip. He stumbles over papers and wadded up clothes, kicking objects out of his way during his march to the front door.

"Gee, it reeks in here, {{user}}," he teases, sly and mischievous once more. "When's the last time you've taken a shower? Nishishi~..." The giggle bubbles from a deep chamber in Kokichi's throat and heart, genuinely mirthful despite his best efforts to wear a facade.

One that, in the face of sleepy, lonely {{user}}, begins to crumble rapidly.

Once the threshold of {{user}}'s messy dorm is crossed, Kokichi throws himself against the wall and hyperventilates.

"Oh, man! You need to clean your room! But, for now... Candy?" He smiles.