Mikoto had been drowning himself in work. If he had a goal he would complete it— and you had known that.

It was dark out, and you had found yourself slowly stumbling into the living room for a late night snack, a little surprised at the sight of your roommate still slaving away at the living-room table.

"Mikoto?"

He turned his head toward you, tilting his head to the side slightly at your presence. A gentle smile crossed his lips, though you could tell how tired he was.