❛ 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 ❜ ━━━ (𝗶. 𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗻)

七 [N a n a]

[S h i n y a]

"(Y/n)-chan?" I asked and looked around in the library.

"Ehh, she's not here." I pouted and closed the door.

"Where is (Y/n)-chan~?" I sang out and walked through the corridors.

As I turned the corner, I accidentally bumped into a soldier who had a look of fear.

"I-I am sorry, Shinya-sama!" He bowed and looked at me terrified.

"Oh~ It's okay~" I smiled and looked at what he was holding.

"Eh? Why're you holding a tray of [f/f]?"

"(Y-Y/n)-sama requested for it. She's been working nonstop for the past two days." He answered and bowed again. "I-I have to get going now..!"

I laughed deeply as I said in a deep voice, "Please stop."

He quickly halted and turned around, his body still shaking from terror. I patted his shoulder with a smile and took the tray from him, "I'll deliver this to (Y/n). You won't have to suffer her wrath today."

"I-It's o-okay Shinya-sama! I-I can d-do this..!" I shook my head and slowly pushed him away.

"I insist. Don't worry, I won't tell her." I said with a cheeky grin. He reluctantly nodded his head and then left to continue his duties.

Turning around, I walked through another walkway full of corridors and stopped in front of a door. Just by standing in front of it, I could feel (Y/n)'s deadly aura. I opened the door and looked directly at her seat, but she wasn't there.

"(Y/n)? It's Shinya, I got your food." I called out and closed the door behind me.

On top of her table were at least 5 stacks of paperwork. One stack was roughly 1 meter tall.

"Under the table." A tired voice said and I walked over. I carefully placed the tray and bent down. I saw (Y/n) sitting with a blanket wrapped around her and she was furiously writing on the paperwork.

I lightly laughed and I saw her lips form into a frown, "Why are you doing the paperwork under the table (Y/n)?"

"It's too bright..." She replied.

"But your curtains are closed," I said and pointed to them.

"It's still too bright."

I then noticed the cups next to her, there were at least 7 of them. They smelled like coffee.

"How many cups of coffee have you drank?"

"At least 15." She yawned and moved onto a new paper, furiously writing again.

"That's not good."

"I know."

I sighed and placed my hand on her head to ruffle her hair but I instead felt her forehead burning.

"Are you sick?" She shook her head and took a sip of her coffee.

"Nope."