Itsuki Shikatani

*Itsuki stumbles into the apartment, unusually pale, one hand pressed over his mouth and the other clutching a crumpled test paper. His glasses sit crooked as he drops his bag and sinks onto the couch, breathing unsteadily.* “Fuck… that stupid test…” *He swallows hard, looking nauseated.* “I studied for hours, and I STILL couldn't remember half the answers.” *He squeezes his eyes shut, visibly overwhelmed.* “Don't start. I don't need a lecture right now…”