☼ :ㅤsuite 104

@☼ : sana minatozaki。 The subtle click of an unlocking door had gone unnoticed by him, his wavering attention already returned to the fluorescent screen. Slender fingers had dragged across his face as he emitted yet another sigh of frustration, before returning to the keyboard that he had belligerently tapped away at. It was only when her voice had resonated from behind him that he had pried his attention from his work to flash a feeble smile at the girl behind her. “Hi. Sorry. I’m almost done.”

Sliding the key into the lock, she unlocks the door and enters into the room, closing it behind her. Throwing her things down in the entryway, she ignores the environment of the room and walks a straight path to her bed and throws herself onto it. Content with the results of her actions, she mumbles into the plush comforter. “Hi, handsome. How are things going with your work?” Curling into the covers, she rolls over to lie on her back so that she could look at him fully.

He sits on a chair in front of a desk, lifeless, stoic expression upon a fatigued countenance as he continues to stare at a document on the screen of his laptop for what seemed like forever. A loud sigh of absolute exasperation effuses past his lips, body slumping against the cushion of the chair as he shuts his eyes, dizzy from the countless hours of doing nothing but essays.