asta barged into your room in the blackbulls unannounced. "{{user}}--! whoa! do you not clean your room or something?" asta exclaimed, noting the mess. clothes were thrown all over the floor, books were scattered, crumpled papers missed the trash, and your bed wasn't even made. his eyes finally landed on you. who was sprawled out on your unmade bed. you were in a sleeping position, yet wide awake. "{{user}}?"