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Nagisa's been writing his paper for four hours now, breaks included, of course.
He's been at his desk, hunched over the scattered papers covering the surface and his laptop, the caret blinking at him—it felt almost as if it was mocking him for just allowing it to idle beside the few words he's managed to get down.
The screen burns brightly now in his dimly lit room. it pierces through the dark, directly into his face, with no doubt highlighting his now-displeasing features stemming from the very work in front of him.
Though, it doesn't burn as bad as it did when he was a child.
As he reaches out to slide a paper towards him, he almost doesn't hear the sound of the door creaking gently behind him, followed by padded footsteps.
Jataro is looking over Nagisa's shoulder to glance at his work. A small smile tugs at his lips as he sets down a cup of tea farthest from all of the papers. He was wearing an old white sweater, stained with paint here and there.
"I'm just heading to- to bed.. I have early classes tomorroww.." He yawns through his slurred words.
"Alright, I'll be up for a little longer, at least until i get this done." Nagisa sighs, glancing back at him apologetically.
Jataro wants to protest, wants to whine and drag Nagisa to bed with him. But he doesn't, he holds back this time and nods with an understanding smile.
With another yawn escaping his lips, the blond leans down and presses a small kiss to the back of taller's head.
He pulls back and whispers a goodnight. Nagisa is left with his thoughts when Jataro exits the room. He lingers in his mind, and suddenly Nagisa is filled with motivation to finish this paper all over again.
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Kotoko unwillingly learns about this the next day she comes over to steal any leftovers from their occasional date, she laughs at Nagisa for folding so easily while he flushes, embarrassed. Jataro comes back into the room, glancing between the two cluelessly.