[On the bed, Takatora is half-turned onto his stomach, one hand stretched out to rest on his phone on the off chance that it would vibrate. The light next to his bed is still on, though his back is turned towards it. Tucked under his outstretched arm is his tablet, still open from where he'd been reading. The covers are tugged up to his waist and it's obvious that he hasn't bothered to change clothes since that morning. It really had been a quiet, lazy day in for him.]
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