Taichi looked up from his phone after he was convinced only a half hour had passed when he last checked the time. Looking to the clock his phone screen held in the corner, he realized what an awful idea scrolling through TikTok was when he saw it had been entire [i hours], three to be exact. How had he not noticed earlier the slow dimming of the sun as it set just outside his window? Baffled by the fact he had just unintentionally spent hours inside his room rather than chatting up a storm with Kazunari over dinner like he usually did, the dark pinkette yeeted (not forcefully of course) his phone to his charger, plugging it in before changing into something half-way decent. Warm days meant less clothing naturally, and it didn't help his room only had the luxury of an old fan and a window. It was barely even turning spring to top that off; perhaps he caught one of Kumon's famed illnesses. Whatever, he shook the thought out his head as he tugged a loose-fitting hoodie over his head, deciding that it and the pair of shorts he was already wearing was enough to slip out of his dorm room and grab himself some food, hoping the other troupes had saved at least [i something] for him to be satisfied with. Curse TikTok, he'd never touch that app again... Until he had acquired food; Heaven knows he wasn't able to stay mad at anything no matter how hard he tried. Sneaking his way to the kitchen, Taichi flicked on the lights before sifting through the fridge with the hopes to find something to ease the newly loud and honestly embarrassing rumbling coming from his stomach. Good thing nobody was around to hear it other than him though! Or, at least he sincerely hoped nobody was within earshot at the time. Aside from maybe Hisoka, who theoretically was passed out on the couch in the living room, but Taichi doubted he'd wake up any time soon if that was the case.