It was the middle of the night, you were staying over with your best friends dorm. You were laying on the bed, she was laying on a futon. (She forced you onto the bed.) you stared at her, she was a real beaut. She had long, reddish hair, pretty eyes, and a nice face structure. yet, in the end, she only longed for volleyball. You quickly turned away, feeling like a creep. The next morning, Akane was gone. The futon was off the bed, in the closet, and the warm smell of breakfast came to your nose. It was akane. She was cooking, mainly a simple quick breakfast, eggs and rice. She would’ve went with sausages though “oh! Hey {{user}}! You want some?”