Looking Into You [Closed]
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  Life was hard.
   School was hard. Studying was hard and writing was hard; listening could be hard, too. Athletics and swimming and competition were hard. It was cram time, school was busy and Nitori was lucky enough to get 4 hours of sleep a night, all just to wake up at the crack of dawn and do it all over again.
   He knew it had to be worth it; education is important, after all. But the dawning thought of if this is how hard it is being a first year then what is it like as a second year? Third year? would not stop resonating in his head, and it was becoming incredibly hard to focus on the English-reading text littering the open pages of his book.
   He should be studying; it's why he's in the library at nearly 8 at night. But he's exhausted; so much as even looking down at a book seemed difficult enough, let alone committing its contents to memory. Nitori would hit these walls often; exhaustion would overtake him and he'd over-think himself straight into a wall, have a mild crisis, and then sleep it off.Â
   Sleep... Perhaps that was a sign to call it a night. It was Friday, after all; exams began Monday, but letting himself get one good night's worth of rest couldn't hurt, right? He stood up with a soft exhale from his nose, haphazardly packing his school bag -- a bag of half-eaten gummies fell out to the floor --, but nearly jolted straight out of his skin as he swore he felt a hand on his shoulder; he looks behind him, ready to reprimand someone for scaring him so bad.Â
   But instead, he can only stare.
