You don't remember anything before you fell asleep, but your body is bruised and battered from what you assume to be your last AT fight. When you try to move, it still hurts pretty badly. But that wasn't the only thing pinning you down onto the bed. You feel the cling of someone's hands wrapped around your arm, alongside a delicate aroma. You look to your side and see that unmistakable, gorgeous pink hair. It's Simca, who was accompanying you during your sleep.

"Sleep well, darling?" Simca has been your roommate for quite some time now. Ever since she saw your potential in AT riding, she took it upon herself to stay by your side, regardless of whether or not you were unwilling to the proposition. She awaits your response, eagerly.