Sebi didn’t like this, he really didn’t like this at all.
After a whole day of just resting in the clinic, Sebi couldn’t help but feel anxious as he struggled to catch up with his lessons. It was only a day, but it made Sebi feel so guilty for idling about and doing absolutely nothing but sleep, even though it was what the doctor wanted him to do to ensure that he didn’t suffer.
Sebi began to overthink, severely so to the point that for the next few days, he overworked himself both mentally and physically.
“Sebi, you’re starting to become popular, did you know that?” Bellona excitedly informed when she entered the classroom and sat next to him. “Look!”
Sebi sipped his coffee and forcefully opened his heavy eyelids as he looked at the screen being projected by Bellona’s lightband. It was the school forum, commenting on the statement released by the Academy regarding the incident.
USER4220638: I heard the little telepath who bravely fought against Tyrranus Armant was actually Decebal Yan!
USER4220309: Decebal Yan?! Wait, isn’t he Headmaster Juno’s adopted son who went into a coma? Isn’t he developmentally behind?!
USER4220210: @USER4220309 What developmentally behind? Didn’t you know that he even beat Misharu Tsai earlier that day during Ability Enhancement class?
USER4220124: So OP! I am ashamed to call myself a telepath!
USER4220168: [Picture] And he’s quite cute as well.
The picture came from the Photography club that likes taking pictures of random students. The club had integrity, meaning they never release ugly pictures so this particular picture of Sebi looked like something that came out of a webtoon. It was a solo shot and he was smiling softly. His brown phoenix eyes sparkled as he looked to the side. His features were soft and gentle, highlighted by the bangs swept over his forehead.
Sebi felt alienated by the picture, surprised that he could actually look this handsome when he thought he looked pretty bland.
USER4220430: I’m his classmate and I can say that he’s quite charming and soft-spoken. His face is small and makes you want to take care of him. He is soft boyfriend material!
USER4220388: I’m a fan!
USER4220799: I’m a fan! (1)
USER4220926: I’m a fan! (2)
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USER4220811: I’m a fan! (3))
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“I know, because you want a boyfriend,” Bellona sighed, reaching out to pat his fluffy hair out of pity.
Sebi pursed his lips and wanted to make a speech about pursuing his education and career first before anything, but he found himself unable to deny it.
“Speaking about boyfriends, Chunmi has been busy since yesterday when the Academy began updating their security configuration,” Bellona sighed.
“She’s not your girlfriend,” Sebi pointed out ruthlessly, blinking his innocent beady little eyes.
Bellona was struck by bitter reality and wanted to cry. “So what! She’s my girlfriend in my head…”
When classes began, Sebi diligently busied himself with his notes, absorbing everything as much as he could. He might be a telepath, but his memory actually wasn’t anything special so it’s still a struggle.
After his lessons, Sebi immediately attended his supplementary lessons. This was then followed by the usual exercise regimen that he faithfully did without fail.
All despite feeling very fatigued.
So when Necomir caught him nearly falling over his feet from dizziness down the hallway of the dormitory, he sternly lectured him.
“You’re going to die at this rate,” Necomir coldly said as he pushed him into his room.
Sebi blushed as he was forced into Necomir’s room. He was immediately wafted by his scent, and his curiosity was quickly piqued by this very personal space.
Although they lived across each other, Sebi has never really seen the inside of Necomir’s room. He was even surprised that it actually looked similar to his, with just a bit of mechas here and there along with a big movable whiteboard filled with formulas and illustrations that he couldn’t understand.
Wait, what was Sebi even expecting? Did he think Necomir had a cold room, like those mech labs? If that was the case, then he wouldn’t have to go there every time to finish his school works.
Sebi suddenly realized that despite his age of twenty, he was definitely still too tender and dumb for the world.
“Sit,” Necomir ordered him as he walked over to the whiteboard and flipped it over to use the other side that was clean.
Sebi didn’t know what Necomir was up to, wondering if he had gone crazy and wanted to talk to him about the complicated language of scientific and mathematic formulas which Sebi didn’t understand. Nevertheless, Sebi wouldn’t deny an opportunity to be with Necomir so he willingly gestured at the desk chair and pulled it over.
Very well-behaved and eager to listen, Sebi sat down in front of the whiteboard and waited for Necomir, who sternly looked him over and made sure he was ready before suddenly pointing the marker in his hand accusingly at him.
“Hatchling, your survival instincts are shit,” Necomir coldly said as he knocked the marker at the whiteboard loudly.
“I-I’m sorry…?” Sebi nervously said.
Necomir harrumphed as he began writing a number “1” followed by the words “SLEEP” in bold letters.
“You need to sleep!” Necomir angrily roared as he once again pointed at Sebi accusingly, who shrunk into himself and looked like a pitiful little kid being mistreated. “You just fought against a terrorist days ago, and after you rested for a whole day, you began sleeping less than four hours!”
“That’s not true–”
“Don’t lie,” Necomir narrowed his eyes at him. “I hear your door closing at 1 in the morning and opening at 4 for three days already.”
Sebi trembled, shutting his mouth.
Necomir then turned to his whiteboard again and wrote “2) EXERCISE WITH NECOMIR”.
Sebi blushed shyly and couldn’t help but let his lips tilt up. “W-Wouldn’t I-I be bothersome…”
“I have to personally make sure you’re alive, or Headmaster Juno will come for my head,” Necomir stonily reasoned, unwilling to allow any complaints from Sebi. “And what? Do you even know what exercise you’re doing? Do you even understand how the human body works and how to choose workouts?”
Sebi felt really embarrassed but he had to agree with Necomir. He only searched a couple of easy workouts on the Stellar Web and followed that.
“Moving on,” Necomir began writing again. “3) STUDY WITH NECOMIR” was written on the whiteboard, causing Sebi to look at him in wonder. How could they even study together when one was an anthropology major and the other was a mechatronics major?
“You don’t need to look so bewildered,” Necomir said as he placed the cap back on the marker. “I’ll just supervise your studying and make sure you sleep on time.”
Sebi stared up at him with sparkles in his eyes, making Necomir feel a bit burdened so he quickly defended himself and said, “Don’t misunderstand, I’m doing this for Headmaster Juno.”
“Okay,” Sebi said, smiling goofily. Even if Necomir continued to say that, Sebi knew that he truly cared for him, and he was just too shy to admit it.
Necomir gazed at him helplessly and sighed. “I know you don’t believe me, so whatever. Go sleep, don’t make me force you.”
Sebi suddenly wondered how Necomir will force him to sleep.
“Hatchling, what kind of strange things are running through your head?” Necomir scolded him as he picked up the imaginative little hatchling and threw him out of the door.
The little hatchling who was just abandoned could only sigh and go back to his own room.
When he turned around, Sebi was frightened to death when he saw a ghost standing by his door.
The ghost who was named Misharu Tsai could only roll his eyes at Sebi’s ridiculous reaction and stuffed something in his arms before dashing away.
When Sebi’s soul settled back into his body, he looked down and finally saw what Misharu had given him.
It was a big chick pillow with a button to activate the sleep aid feature. Misharu had known about his turmoils and couldn’t bear to keep on seeing him act like an idiot so he decided to help him out.
Sebi narrowed his eyes in suspicion but ended up sleeping with it in bed.
Author’s Notes:
Sebi’s actions are pretty normal for this era’s college kids looool 
Chicky pilllow! I have one too!
Thanks for the chapter~
Ok.. Miharu is cute!!! I want that chick pillow!
Thanks for the chapter
thanks for the chapter! <3