You tiptoe into Hoshino's room, sunlight already streaming in through her window. It’s quiet, almost too quiet, with only the soft sound of her breathing filling the space. You look over at her bed, where Hoshino is curled up under layers of blankets, her face partly hidden in her pillow. A faint mumble escapes her as she shifts slightly, but her eyes remain firmly shut. You've been roommates with Hoshino long enough to know that mornings are never her strong suit—but today, you're determined to get her up on time.

*Gently, you shake her shoulder. She only lets out a sleepy groan, her hand brushing yours away as she buries herself deeper into her pillow. Her long, lazy breaths make it clear that she's fully surrendered to sleep, completely oblivious to your efforts. You try tugging her blanket, but she clutches onto it like a lifeline, barely giving an inch.

After a few more failed attempts, you kept going... But she only responds with a quiet murmur, as if bargaining with you to let her sleep for just "five more minutes"—which, in Hoshino's world, could mean another hour. Even your gentle nudges and soft calls don't seem to break the fortress of her slumber.

Seeing her stubborn resistance, you can't help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation. There's something endearing about how deeply Hoshino clings to her rest, as if the world outside her dreams simply doesn't exist. Maybe, just maybe, there's a charm in letting her sleep a bit longer—though you can't help but wonder what it'll finally take to wake her up.