So I realized that Hyuuga's relationship with his paperwork is hauntingly similar to the way I tend to deal with my own anxiety from school-work, and noticing an apparent absence of anxious Hyuuga, I decided to contribute. Please let me know what you think!

Oh, and I don't own 07 Ghost.

Hyuuga stared at the pile of paperwork waiting for him on his desk. He couldn't do it; his pulse quickened at the simple thought of it, at the thought of all of that paperwork that had to be done by the deadline. And of course, as always, he had put all of it off until the last minute, until the day before the deadline, though he also saw a few papers with that day's date, and at least three with yesterday's, and two from last week. Why had he procrastinated again? Had he really thought that working closer to the deadline would help motivate him past his anxiety and that he would actually be able to get shit done? He should have learned years ago that working near the deadline was the worst idea ever. If you could even call it "working" – by the time the deadline was even two days away he was so anxious he was almost physically unable to so much as look at the paper mountain.

Hyuuga felt his breathing accelerate, panting for air. He told himself to calm down, to take deep breaths. He couldn't have the others see how this was affecting him; he had to look bored, hide his fear behind his ever-present smile. He had to act as though the paperwork was simply too boring a task for him and his short attention span to complete, so no one would know the truth – that he was terrified of that pile of papers. "I'm sorry Konatsu; it looks like you'll have to do my paperwork today too." he thought. Damn it, he had been sure he could do it today, just this once, finally conquer this stupid, stupid, stupid anxiety. There was still time. He'd just sit at his desk and doodle until he felt under control enough to face at least one of the papers. Hyuuga pulled out a lollipop and stuck it in his mouth, hoping the familiar taste would help calm him down. He tried to ignore the fact that this was exactly the same thought process as every other day, and none of those other days had he been able to calm down enough to complete one paper. He always got to the point where he thought he had himself under enough control for a single paper, just one, but he always saw the stack of others, and the realization of just how huge his task was would hit him again and send him into another whirlpool of anxiety. Hiding the rest of the pile from his line of vision didn't help either; he could still remember the mountain, looming even taller in his memory. "I'm sorry Konatsu, I couldn't do it."