Haru wasn't feeling like coming out of bed today, but couldn't think of a conceivable reason to skip the lectures he had to attend. At times like these -namely every single morning- he wished his parents hadn't chosen to give him the treatment. Aside from the obvious reasons, that way he could have chosen to call in sick.
In the end he managed to force himself to leave the delightfully warm confines of his bed, although he did keep his covers wrapped around him a while longer. He did trip over the pair of jeans he had haphazardly thrown on the ground after slowly wriggling out of them the evening before, but luckily his blanket softened the fall.
He laid there for a few minutes before slowly getting up, still wrapped up in his sheets, and making his way towards the kitchen block, where his roommate was already waiting for him, pouring some cereal and coffee for the both of them.
Arthur (the roommate) had quickly learned that Haru simply didn't /do/ mornings, and, being the helpful guy he was, decided to aid the moaning zombie that was supposed to be his roommate turn human once more.
Haru didn't really listen to what his roommate was chatting about, something Arthur knew, but being spoken to like that did help him wake up more, so aside from some mild annoyance on Haru's side at the redhead's chipperness, both were fine with the status quo.
Haru groaned all of a sudden, his head falling down on the table.
"It finally clicked, huh?", Arthur said grinning.
It was a Wednesday.
Haru didn't have classes today.