Uta no Prince-sama: A-Z [ONE-SHOTS]

Relaxation: L for Ludibund

Ludibund: playful

Words: 1900

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Reiji was bored. He was bored out of his mind. If he had to hear one more ticking second telling him how agonizingly slow the day was going, he would collapse. True to his word, he threw himself face-first onto his bed, and groaned as loud as he could. He rolled onto his back, and staring at the monotonous ceiling, prayed that something he could do would come up. Something fun and worthwhile, because it wasn't everyday that he got a day off. If it wasn't band activity, it was helping Starish with their activity, and if that wasn't even needed, well he really had nothing to do.

He slowly inhaled as he readied himself to let out another monstrous groan. And at that moment, the dorm room door opened, and letting out the air, Reiji watched as Otoya walked in. He looked worried and he intended to find out about what.

He sat himself up and raised an eyebrow questioningly. "What's wrong Otoyan?"

"Have you seen Haruka today? She's been missing all day."

Reiji furrowed his brows. "I've been in here this whole time. Have you tried calling her?"

The redhead shook his head. "No answer."

"What about her roommate, Tomochika?"

"She's out on a date. She won't be back 'til later today, but I don't know when."

Reiji scrunched his nose as he pondered over the possibilities. "Well you did check her room right?"

Otoya turned pink and stammered, "We-well no, but it's not like I can just walk in there. It's the girls' dorm."

Reiji chuckled and praised his kohai inwardly for his innocence. He stood up and clapped the redhead's back on the way out, stopping to ruffle his hair.

"Don't worry 'bout it, I'll go check."

Otoya widened his eyes. Before he could manage out his protests against Reiji heading into Haruka's room, the brunette was already out the door.

As he strolled down the hallway to the stairs that would lead him up to the girls' dormitory, he clasped his hands together behind his head and thanked the stars for Haruka's existence.

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Meanwhile, in Haruka's room, the girl in question was hunched over a sheet of music, scribbling furiously as a row of notes flashed in her mind. She had to get the melody right and at least finish the rough draft; all the different factors were flooding her brain, the tempo, the chorus, the accents, and the notes, they had to incorporate properly into the song, or Saotome would be dissatisfied. Not to mention, after this piece, she still had a stack of unfinished or yet-to-be-started compositions.

To say the least, Haruka was overworked. She had a bad habit of accepting all the offers that were made to her, and now she was swamped with the workload. She hadn't eaten anything since this morning when Tomochika dropped off a sandwich and smoothie before going out, and her stomach has been growling and grumbling to the point where she wondered if all this was worth the hunger.

She concluded reluctantly that her fatigue could be dealt with after she finished the demos; Starish and Quartet Night were counting on her after all.

She sighed in peace as she dotted off the last staccato of the page and sighed again when she flipped over to a blank sheet to compose the second page. To the same song. At this rate, she'll never get through half the pile like she planned before midnight.

She put down the pencil she'd been gripping for the past eight hours and stretched. Just when she was about to pick up the pencil and get back to a couple more grueling hours of work, there was a knock on the door.