"Ahh! Come on, come on, come on!" you desperately muttered, eyes wide, confused and discouraged to the point of tears. Frantic fingers rapidly tapped away at the keyboard, changing the order of inputs and rewriting functions.
You were coding. Or at least, you were trying to. The project you were a part of was researching how gas giant planets are formed and the team had divided up all the tasks on the first day. Fortunately, you were allowed to switch tasks or collaborate with the others if you weren't satisfied with what you were doing and you were working with other universities across the country as well as the other branches of the National Space Agency.
Unfortunately, as the intern you didn't get to pick what you wanted to focus one so much as you were assigned your contributions based off your grades and personal statement. Not to mention having these important and elite teams working with yours was anxiety inducing to say the least. You didn't know anyone on your team and even though they were friendly enough you didn't feel comfortable enough to ask for help, after all if you relied on them too much it might reflect badly on you and the agency may not want to hire you after you internship. It was important that you do your part and do it right.
Which is why you were in your current situation. The team supervisor had tasked you and a couple others with creating a programme that could calculate and analyse the data collected from their observations. The three of you hadn't really made a plan, and for now were just testing out your own version of the code for a meeting you'd planned for next week. It's not that you had anything against your teammates, but they had sort of left you out to dry, after all you'd never had to code a programme like this and your limited experience didn't lend well to improvising.
So here you were, working overtime just like yesterday, rewriting the same page of equations because no matter what you wrote, nothing worked. Every time you ran the programme at least 20 errors screamed at you from the screen and no amount of searching the internet helped you fix the issues. To be fair, you had brought this on yourself; yesterday evening you planned on writing pseudocode to help you format your programming, but instead you spent it swimming and then playing super smash bros with Keigo. Because of that, you had spent most of your day planning out your programme and now you had to work overtime to even get the first fraction of your code working. Honestly, you were ready to just call it a day, your shoulders ached from sitting for so long at your office desk, you were getting nowhere with your work and you were starving.
Like the vacuum of space, the office was empty and lifeless. You remained at your desk completely alone as the only person left, in fact, it felt like you were the only person in the entire building. The two other pristine white desks in the room were vacant and spotless compared to your desk, which was cluttered with loose papers, documents, folders and books. Even though you wanted to head back to the apartment where Keigo was probably ready to make dinner by now, the research posters, galaxy pictures and certificates (yeah, the two people who shared your office had framed their doctorate certificates on the blue walls right above their computers) made you want to power through and keep going until you get something to work.
Sighing, you lifted your arms above your head and stretched up to ease the tension that plagued your upper back, before leaning back into your black reclining chair. You closed your eyes and muttered, "This is actually impossible."
"Shouldn't be, but it is the way your going about it," came a loud voice from behind.
You jumped in your seat and swivelled your chair around to see Mr Kashino looking at your computer screen with a perplexed expression. He was carrying a large case in one hand and holding a half eaten peach in the other. You nodded at him respectfully and asked, "Uh, what are you doing in here?"
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Roommates || Hawks X Reader || MHA
FanfictionSociety in Japan has reached a breaking point. Heroes are being overworked, crimes are becoming more frequent and the young heroes in training are being forced to learn quicker than their seniors if they hope to keep the country safe in the future...