Literature
Death Note: In Which Matsuda Reads A Fanfiction
It was getting late. Touta Matsuda rested his head on his hand and stifled a yawn. The others had all gone off to their rooms to get some sleep and left him to work the nightshift with Aizawa. Again.
He felt his eyelids beginning to droop. The enormous bank of computer screens and CCTV monitors in front of him had blurred into one meaningless white square, full of useless information that he couldn't comprehend in his exhausted, caffeine-deprived state.
"You alright there, Matsuda?" Aizawa asked. "You look like you're about to drop dead."
Matsuda rubbed his eyes. "I feel like it, too. How do you do this so often, Aizawa?"
"Nightshifts? Ma