Living in a dormitory with class turned out to be fun, but also quite difficult, because very often some things flew out of my memory; They used to seem insignificant, but now they turned out to be different. Here was the day again when I stopped paying much attention to the timing of meals. It seems that lunch was at the academy, then training, training, training... And dinner?..

Her stomach rumbled as she sat in the room, trying to fall asleep, as it was already late in the evening outside. The faint glow of the moon filtered through the window curtains, casting soft shadows across the floor. But the stomach did not calm down! With a disgruntled expression on her face, she left the room, heading to the kitchen through the common area.

She noticed someone - Monoma - standing near the boiler, waiting for the water to boil. The kitchen air carried the faint scent of lemon from the cleaning supplies used earlier that day. He did not notice her, but stood with his back against the kitchen counter, one hand in the pocket of his denim shorts, and the other tapping on the white counter with his fingers. His hair was a little tousled, but his hairstyle was still the same, and his eyes seemed tired. Well, no wonder yes! It's still late... But why doesn't he sleep?

Oh, who do I see? Monoma noticed her and smirked as usual, as he can, but it wasn't the mockery he was showing Class A, he was just calm now. The sound of his voice cut through the quiet kitchen air. Scratching the back of his head, he wanted to say something else, but the boiler boiled and he turned to pour hot water into a mug. Due to the fact that he was now wearing a T-shirt instead of a shirt, the back of his neck was visible... There was a big, gluttonous bruise that looked like it wasn't going to go away soon.