Gumi watches as her notebook morphs into a giant inky blur as her eyes close in fatigue. She eyes the back of her left hand and the accumulated ink smudged against it from her note writing before she uses her sleeve to rub at her eyes. This was the result of procrastination; she was cramming. She'd been sitting in this seat for god knows how long, flipping through pages and pages of information and writing pages and pages of notes, to the point where her behind had gotten numb, and pins and needles were creeping up her crossed legs. Yawns escaped her lips before she could even register them, and her eyes were red and tired. And she ran out of coffee more than two hours ago; that was the worst part.
She had used whatever ink was left to write out "PART THREE" in big, bold, block letters and colour it in before she groaned and let her forehead press against her notebook with an audible thump.
Only ten seconds, alright? Gumi remembers thinking as her eyes shut.
Yet, ten seconds later:
...I mean, a minute won't kill anyone right?
Gumi wakes up with a start when "Let The Games Begin" blares out of her phone, which she forgot to turn on silent when she first walked into the library. Speaking of libraries, Gumi fumbled with her phone and shut off her alarm, offering a sheepish smile to those around her that she'd disturbed. She whispers a curse under her breath and gathers her loose papers and places them into her book, throwing that along with a select few textbooks into her beige sidebag. She'd wasted a solid - (Gumi checks her phone) - three minutes falling asleep like she did. Gumi continues to chastitise herself as she pushes her chair in with her foot and turns to leave, but then turns back to pick up her empty venti-Starbucks cup. Her haste to leave is halted as she picks up a warm, full cup of...hot chocolate?
The name on the cup is hers, which baffles her even more. She inspects the cup further and her eyes widen at the pink sticky note with cursive writing stuck to the cardboard sleeve of the cup:
Dear Miss Nakajima,
Please remember that today is indeed the 21st of January and that your Chemistry examis scheduled for 4pm this afternoon.
Not that you really have to worry about that, since you're an adorable little (Gumi scoffs loudly at 'little', but feels a smile on her face) genius that will ace this finals period without even trying.
Please also keep in mind that too much coffee is not good for you, so enjoy this cup of hot chocolate instead!
(You do like marshmallows, right? Right? :D)
Sincerely, Your Personal Reminding Service.
Gumi blinks, once. Twice. She tears off the sticky note and places it carefully in her jacket pocket to stick inside her notebook when she gets back to her dorm room, making a mental reminder to text Rin and thank her later. She zips up her side-bag and slings it over one shoulder as she exits the library, happily sipping on her hot chocolate and chewing thoughtfully on the metric fudge-tonne of marshmallows.
Pun intended.