Yuuma stood in front of the club room's door, all-too familiar hesitation keeping him from entering what was basically an insane asylum.

He couldn't hear anything coming from inside, so he slowly opened the door and peered in. He breathed a sigh of relief. Yuzuru was the only other person here this early, and on top of that she was asleep, face awkwardly against the table. Yuuma smiled to himself, amused by how small and innocent she looked.

He closed the door behind him quietly and took a seat, making sure to not wake her. God knows she rarely got any sleep, so as uncomfortable as her sleeping position looked, it was probably good for her. Planning to make use of the only quiet time he'd get today, he pulled out a sketchbook from his bag and began to doodle the club room from a high perspective, including both himself and Yuzuru in it.