Noise
Fuji's half-asleep and drained – something that's unavoidable when you've spent the last hour cramming for a test and studying unintelligible garbage. Even geniuses had to study, and he was thankful that he had made sense of it. The tapping of pens on the table makes him impatient for the bell – he'd finished twenty minutes earlier. Not bad, for a hundred and twenty point test.
He could imagine the other seniors in the other rooms. Inside his head, he could hear Tezuka's (barely) stifled yawn and the grinding of Oishi's teeth as he passed the time. People in Fuji's room start shifting uncomfortably, and, beside him, his seatmate is softly breathing. He fell asleep in the middle of the test, and would likely fail it. Tests were a substitute for purgatory, after all, if purgatory ever existed.
Some time later the shuffling of papers would be heard, and Eiji's relieved laughter is the sweetest sound of all.
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