So this was how Tsukishima's time at Harvard was going to end? Weeks of staying up late finally made him snap that now he was hallucinating? But surely the sting he felt as his teeth dug into his lower lip to keep himself from laughing was a sign that he wasn't seeing things.

What was it exactly that he was seeing anyway? Where his fellow Japanese once stood was now a creature he used to see in fairy tale books, but at least on the pages they looked cute. Tezuka looked so ridiculous that Tsukishima finally let himself laugh loudly. "At least they won't be your shade of lavender." He managed to say after some difficulty.