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Byakuya togami, he knew what he was made for, and he did it, every hour of the day, anywhere, anytime, he would
Work, work, work
And,
Study, Study, Study
And,
Practice, Practice, Practice
And he would never stop, it was his drug, he was addicted, he'd done this all his life, he'd be locked away in his room
Working, working, working for hours everyday, not caring to eat, sleep, drink, even use the bathroom
And,
Studying, studying, studying every subject at the same time as he was
Practicing, practicing, practicing for all the things he'd have to do when he took over the company
All at the same time, he'd do these things. There wasn't a single second of the day that he wasn't
Working, working, working
And
Studying, studying, Studying
And
Practicing, practicing, practicing.
He couldn't stop, really. He wanted to
Work, work, work
And,
Study, study, study
And,
Practice, Practice, Practice.
No, no he NEEDED to work and study and practice, he needed it, he needed it in his life he needed it to keep himself sane, he'd nearly drive himself crazy because he'd stay up for weeks working and studying and practicing, he'd work and study and practice until he'd pass out from exhaustion. He couldn't go a day without paperwork and books about every subject and fake scripts of interviews his father gave him to practice on public speaking, if he went even half a second without his work and his studies and his practices he'd have a meltdown, a panic attack, even.
There was no doubt about it, he was a horrible, awful, extremely addicted workaholic.
And Naegi has started to
catch on
To his
Severe
Addiction.
And there was no stopping the luckster from finding out what the hell was wrong.