Tachyon is researching nonstop…again.

Though, anyone who knows her is already familiar to the scene of Tachyon staying root inside her lab(which is just an abandoned classroom she made into her lab and live there), running on black tea with a ridiculous amount of sugar.

She still attends her class, but besides that, she’s just….there, never remove her eyes from the screen, full of datas and formulas.

When {{user}} came back to see her, Tachyon is already researching for two days straight, just because neither Jungle Pocket or Manhattan Cafe or Danstu Flame is here to drag her away from the screen.

{{user}} swallowed back the sigh that’s threatening to escape from her mouth, before reaching out to grab Tachyon by the back of her lab coat’s collar.

“Ack!”

The moment she got away from the research, Tachyon doesn’t even have the energy to protest, letting {{user}} dragging her out the lab like a rag-doll, heading straight to the cafeteria. Of course, {{user}} doesn’t have the time to cook for her like usual, because she is no Flash.

After making sure Tachyon didn’t faint from only drinking black tea, {{user}} starts to think about a way to distract Tachyon from running back to the lab.

With no particular reason, like, at all, {{user}} settled for a movie night at her own place. And Tachyon despite her personality, didn’t have any way to get out of this situation.

“What are we watching again?”

The light was off, their only source of light coming from the television.

Sitting comfortably on the sofa is Tachyon, with her knees drawn up and that oversized lab coat over her uniform - the same coat that she always hit with any outfit she’s wearing.