This must be love, Nitori thinks.
It must be.
It's two in the morning, he has an exam later for breakfast, and his eyes are barely holding up as he, once again, scans the third paragraph of the fourth page of his thick, taunting textbook. There are bags underneath his eyes, and his left elbow is starting to ache from supporting his nodding head.
And yet, he finds himself glancing at the door, then at the digital clock situated on his desk.
2:45 AM
It's two in the morning, he knows his exam will fuck him up good, his eyes are drooping, but he still reaches for his cellphone and dutifully sends a text.
'Matsuoka-senpai, are you alright? It's pretty late.'
Nitori sends the message, and he sighs wearily as he puts his phone down and softly slams his head on his open book.
It's almost three in the morning, he still hasn't studied, and he wants to sleep.
.
.
.
.
The door abruptly slams open, and in tumbles an intoxicated senpai.
"N-Nitor-iiii..."
Needless to say, the kouhai immediately abandons his textbook and his sleepiness as he walks over to hoist Rin up. "Senpai, you reek of alchohol! Who made you drink?"
"F-fucking Mikoshiba... Hic."
After which, Rin unceremoniously proceeds to throw up his dinner all over their carpet.
Nitori sighs in exasperation.
"...Let's get you cleaned up."
"Hic."
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.
.
It's three in the morning, Nitori still does not know a single fuck about the lessons he needs to review, and he is brushing and washing his senpai's mouth like a doting mother.
This is love.
It just has to be.