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一 | 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝙮𝙪𝙟𝙞

MIDNIGHT SNACK 

— joining yuji for a late night snacking session to refresh your mind from school work (●'◡'●)

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Unsurprisingly, it's another night of being holed up in your room and staring at your project hoping it would magically revise itself. Your professor was mostly laid back in his own right, but he had finally decided to drop a bomb on your course and assign you the project of a lifetime. Normally, you would have gotten through the allotted time with a couple naps and a whole twelve-pack of energy drinks. But somehow, it also feels like everything in your vicinity doesn't seem to want to cooperate with you.

All except your roommate, Yuji Itadori.

During the days when you couldn't bring yourself to pull your ass up from where you were sitting, Yuji would politely knock on your door and serve you his meals instead. And while this occurrence wasn't exclusive to your current predicament, at 12 midnight sharp, you would hear the familiar sound of the door across you crack open and subtle footsteps slide through the hardwood floor.

Then, after that, you would either hear the stove clicking or the plasticky rustle of chip bags. And suddenly, you would hear the faint sounds of a show playing on a phone and the lighthearted laughter of your roommate.

You didn't think someone would be so enthralled in having near religious midnight snacks, and you were always tempted to join Yuji. But your pride said no; you could follow through with your project through caffeine and pure spite.

But that didn't seem to be the case tonight.

Your legs are bunched up in your chair, knees pressed against your chin as the blue LED lights of your computer bless your strained eyes amidst the relative darkness of your room. One hand grips your hair firmly, while the other clicks mindlessly from tab to tab. And between those clicks came the occasional sigh and groan while you bury yourself into your knees.

Pens and stacks of paper are scattered across your desk, but the spares remain neatly stored at the side. The can of coffee is left untouched for the past half hour, and your clock furiously blinks at you. The time reads 11:58 PM.

At this point, that's still early.

You sigh again, closing your eyes in defeat. And as if to make fun of you, your stomach rumbles loudly. You're a lost cause at this rate, and as much as you hate the cramps that you get when you finally stretch your legs out, you're going to need to get some food in your system before you throw your bed out the window.

You looked back at your clock — exactly midnight. And now you expect nothing more than to hear the door across you swing open and Yuji quietly humming. Now's your chance.