Attention

The door behind him slammed closed as Flynn took a few tired steps inside. Next to the entrance hanged a small mirror and he almost didn't want to look at his reflection for he already knew he'd see nothing but fatigue. College was always stressful but he'd managed just fine all those years, there wasn't any reason he was feeling this worn out now. Oh wait, there was. He'd caught a small cold the week before, and work didn't seem to take his weakened state into account as it piled up and up until Flynn was left studying and finishing projects without breaks. That day had been one of those you just want to crawl back into your bed and hibernate.

The blond carelessly dropped his bag, too exhausted to bother putting it away, and made his way to the living room. As soon as he entered the sound of music reached his ears, most likely from the kitchen's radio, and Yuri's voice singing along to a rock n'roll song. He'd always enjoyed this kind of stuff, and so did Flynn from time to time.

Approaching the kitchenette he watched his best friend, who must have come back from classes earlier, preparing himself a tasty-looking piece of salmon with some spinach and potatoes. Flynn's stomach growled for a moment, drawing a light laughter from Yuri.

"You want some too?" he inquired without turning around and handed him another plate he'd already readied for him.

"Huh? Oh...thank you. I'll be in our room, got some work to do." Flynn mumbled.

"Gee, you never take breaks."

He almost heard his friend rolling his eyes but didn't answer and dragged himself and his plate to their bedroom, which conveniently served as study room.

Flynn slumped into his chair, taking out the instruction sheets for this huge assignment he was about to begin working on. It was due only two weeks from then but was certainly one of the main pieces to his final extrance exams.

Sighing, he pushed his plate to the edge of the desk. With a few lingering glances to their bed he tried to concentrate on the paper lying before him.

His eyes were exhausted and unfocused, much too strained to be willing to cooperate for more than three minutes anymore. That assignment was trickier than he'd given it credit for, and now he was in for his fifth time reading the subject through, looking for clues and thinking of ways to organize his answer methodically. Damn it. Was it so complicated to give simple, clear instructions?!

Somehow, in the midst of his musings, his brain registered the sound of the door opening and someone stepping in. Yuri must have watched TV for a while then went back to their room. He faintly recognized the sound of his best friend hopping onto the bed and taking out his drawing pad. Drawing was a hobby the longer haired had always been fond of, and he'd been practicing every now and then since he was eight. Needless to say, he was rather skilled - something Flynn had been admirative of for a long time.

Well, at least Yuri knew he needed silence more than anything this time and for once let him work in peace.

The blond breathed once, twice and let go of the pen he'd been holding a bit too tightly. He had to calm down and focus on the main problem, then come up with a solid procedure to develop his point.

He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Soon, he felt his stomach growl once more and decided to eat his meal before moving on. Hunger slowed down your brain activity, as well as your capacity of thinking straight and your energy.

As soon as he put the fork into his mouth, however, Flynn groaned in displeasure. Not only was he completely drained, but he'd been so caught up in his work that the meal had become cold and bitter.

Another frustraded grunt escaped his lips. Great, everything seemed to mess with him that night. For a moment he felt like giving up and burried his head into his crossed arms, allowing himself a few seconds of rest. He just wanted to get it over with...

Flynn heard Yuri chuckle from somewhere on the bed. The rustling sound of his friend standing up, his light footsteps approaching and resonating fainter told him he'd left the room. He didn't bother looking up though, or more didn't have the strenght to at the moment. He just wanted to forget about work, forget about college, forget about cold meals. And more than anything else, he longed for a nice night of sleep.

Flynn was just about to let his mind doze off when he felt a hand gently shaking his right shoulder. Perking up, he was met by Yuri's standard grin; the latter was handing him his plate, on which the blond now discerned light smoke. Flynn stared in surprise. Did Yuri reheat it just for him?

His expression must have echoed his wonder for his best friend smiled approvingly. Flynn mirrored it, albeit much more wearily, and leaned in closer to press a brief, grateful kiss on the other's smirk. Their lips remained connected until they had to pant for breath, still keeping close.

"Eat, you idiot." Yuri murmured, scowling the tiniest bit.

Flynn chuckled. "Yeah, thanks mom."

"Hey, speak for yourself. Not my fault you got workaholic issues." he huffed and patted his back. "Now dig in or I'll make sure you won't even be able to hold your pen tomorrow."

He'd learned long ago not to take Yuri's threats seriously, or at least those kinds. He watched his friend turn around and go back to his previous occupation as if nothing had happened. Rolling his eyes, Flynn went back to his own task and glared at his unfinished assignment. He couldn't help smiling for a few more minutes though; sometimes it was really nice to have an unnerving idiot by your side.