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Tonight was going to be one of those nights.
Miyano had an essay due in the morning that he’d “finished” but needed extensive polishing, and Sasaki needed to complete a week's worth of Supply Chain homework in a single go. They were usually better than this because they worked so well together. They met up at the library almost every day and reserved distractions for later so they became rewards. Sasaki had become the 3rd highest test scorer in his major and had made more than a few off-color jokes about why. This week was just bad for them.
Miyano took a double shift at the bookstore to cover for a colleague who wasn’t feeling well. Then he took another for a person who wanted to attend their child’s dance recital, all while he had a full course load and an exam that took up every spare moment of his days. Sasaki went out drinking on Monday night with Hirano and Ogasawara, stayed up late on Tuesday to help with his parent’s books, then needed the entire Wednesday evening and night to sleep those things off. Now it was suddenly Thursday and they were both in a predicament.
So, of course, they arranged an all-nighter at Sasaki’s place.
Sasaki: Are you good with bakery leftovers? Looking at the fridge is making my eyes hurt.
Miyano: Yes, please don’t do anything that involves work. I’m getting coffee at the station. Which one do you want?
Sasaki: Whichever looks the scariest.
Miyano: Want two?
Sasaki: You know me so well. The door is unlocked.
There was a black can that had a business man with smoke coming out of his ears, 200mg, and the “TRIPLE SHOT 3X” in English. He bought four and shoved them into his bag.
When entered, he kicked off his shoes and announced he was there. There was no response but he could hear a sink somewhere in the distance, probably from the bathroom just outside of his bedroom.
“Shuumei?” He walked back and called again. “Shuumei?”
“Miya?” He was muffled through the door, but his exhaustion was still audible.
“Hey. I'm going to set up.”
“Please! My bag is by the bed. I need the red textbook and the black binder. I think my planner is in there, too?”
“I'll find it. How was your day?”
“Long. Auditing is killing me. Haha I guess that subject will kill the people who I eventually audit, too. I really want to get this other stuff for SC done today. It's not hard but there is a lot of it. How was yours?”
“Also long. I don't like this class so getting this done will be a relief. Then just one more essay left and I'm done with it.”
Miyano set their supplies on the low table in the center of Sasaki's room and grabbed pillows to sit on.
“And,” Sasaki opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, “then what? That's your only essay class this semester? No, no. You have that English one you wer... Woah, what’s wrong?”
Miyano looked up at him as he stepped over the threshold, then stopped. He was completely frozen in place, half kneeling with his arm extended towards his laptop. He didn't respond.
“Seriously, what's wrong? You're kinda scaring me.” Miyano watched Sasaki's eyes flicker over his body, scanning for anything that might be hurting him.
Sasaki’s eyes.
“Are those glasses?” Miyano didn't mean to sound quite so shocked or raise a full octave.
“What? Well, yeah. I can't wear my contacts anymore today. They were starting to hurt. Does it bother you?”
“Yeah, I've just never seen you in glasses before.”
“How is that possible? I wear them all the time at home.”
“I don't know. I guess you've just never had them on when I'm here. I kind of forgot you had vision issues at all.”
Sasaki didn't know what to make of that. A fleeting self-consciousness flashed through his mind, but was quickly replaced with something else when he noted Miyano’s blush and how it was creeping down his neck.
“You likey?” He tilted them playfully and peaked over the top. They were silver with round, barely there frames. Sasaki always looked so stylish but this was something else. Miyano swallowed. “I take that as a yes. You're sort of embarrassing me, actually, looking at me like that.”
“They look nice! Uh, really nice.”
“Should I tough it out and put my contacts back in?” Sasaki turned slightly to leave.
“No! Of course not. What are you talking about? Don't hurt yourself. They look cute on you. Uh, you look cute with them on, I mean. More than usual... Which is a lot already! You're very cute in general and look even cuter in glasses. That's what I'm trying to say...” He faded out at the end as his face shifted from pink to pinker.
There was no doubt that Miyano loved him and found him attractive, but was usually too shy to share it so directly. He was more of a follower with these things, kicking back Sasaki's praises of him with a genuine “you, too” instead of initiating.
Sasaki’s face felt hot and he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Wow, you really know how to wake a guy up.”
“Sorry.”
“I'm not complaining that my boyfriend says nice things about me. I love it. Now I'm just annoyed that exists.” He pointed at the stacks school materials and sighed. Then he joined Miyano on the floor, sat across from him, and rested his cheek pathetically on the table. “Can we hurry up with this dumb shit, please?”
Sasaki's voice was so pouty that Miyano felt his eyes widen. He swallowed again but there was no moisture left in his mouth.
“Yeah, let's finish this. How long do you think it'll take you?”
“A few hours. Maybe three or four. Five to check my work if I cared, but I don't.” He tutted the “t” hard and broke into a slow, teasing smile. “You?”
“Three or four.”
“Spend the night?”
“Okay.”
“Give it to me,” Sasaki said suddenly as he sat up and held his hand out for a pen.
After Miyano dropped one into his palm, he threw open his textbook so fast it slid. Then he popped a coffee, threw it back in three gulps, and grabbed another.
“You're ridiculous.”
“Yes, exactly. Essay. Finish. Go.”
“Yes, sir,” Miyano laughed. “Did you notice that your glasses slip down your nose when you tilt your head?”
Sasaki groaned staccato and low as he continued to write.