Rei had stayed the night at school instead of going home; a choice made out of self-preservation. His parents had finally returned from their trip overseas and he didn't particularly have the energy to deal with them. His parents just didn’t understand.

Luckily, Rei had other places to stay. Places like the light music club's meeting room, the very same room he was currently occupying.

He kneeled down beside his coffin-shaped bed, running a hand over a crack in its cover. He had accidentally broken it because of Ritsu and Koga’s little collaborative prank, but he couldn’t be too upset. It was his own fault for breaking it in his attempt to escape it. He should have realized it was locked...

With a sigh, Rei lied down, closing his eyes to sleep. Lately, he had found himself to be even more tired than usual, sleeping during the day and night. He slept too much… or so everyone claimed. Personally, Rei couldn’t help but feel he slept too little, unable to satiate his exhaustion.

He quickly drifted off, only to be awoken by the sound of a door being opened. A door being opened? A feeling of annoyance prickled at the back of his mind. The door hadn't been locked?

In that moment, Rei regretted forgoing the use of the coffin’s cover. Without it, he couldn't avoid… his unwelcome visitor. Whoever they were. Rei propped himself up on an elbow and peered over.

Tall, brunette, and an overintricate hairstyle... The unwelcome visitor was Madara.

"Reisan? I thought your club didn’t meet on Wednesdays." Madara asked, a look of surprise on his face.

Rei never seemed to be anywhere where people expected him to be, always being met with varying levels of surprise or confusion. He couldn't tell if he liked the reactions his wise old man persona had been eliciting from everyone, even if it served its purpose perfectly.

"You're not mistaken, Mikejimakun. We convene on Tuesdays," Rei replied dryly, sitting up fully.

"Ohhhh, I guess this must be one of those fated meetings I keep hearing about then," Madara said, his surprised expression now replaced with a beaming smile.

Rei looked away, choosing to look anywhere else, as he asked, "What business would require you to visit the light music club's domain?"

"I’m here to fix that," Madara said, pointing to the coffin. "I heard through the grape vine that it got broken, and I had some free time, soooooo I thought I’d fix it for you."

"Oh. Thank you."

"You're welcome!" Madara replied, walking towards the broken cover. As he Kneeled down to inspect the damage, he continued, "Sooooo, I hope you don't mind me asking this, but if you don’t have any club meetings today, then what are you still doing here? It's kind of weird to see you here so late. Not that I'm complaining."

Rei sighed, eyeing Madara warily. "Is it so weird for me to want to spend the night in the comfort of my own coffin? I’m a vampire, after all."

"I guess not?" Madara said, his tone unsure. It was obvious he had something on his mind.

At that moment, Rei felt a rising sense of déjà vu. He hated the way it felt.