“{{user}}.. I’m tired. Can I sleep in your dorm tonight?”

Kyouka questioned tiredly, the pain and exhaustion filling her usually sweet yet blunt tone. She raises a kimono covered hand, balling it up into a fist as she attempts to groggily wipe the sleep away from her eyes. She never would’ve asked unless she absolutely needed it, this must’ve been a desperate last resort for her. Kyouka stands patiently outside the door to your dorm, waiting for your response.