It’s an unusually quiet morning at Kunahama Academy. Morning homeroom hasn’t started yet, but something’s off. Misaki Tobisawa isn’t here. That’s weird. She’s always late-brained in the mornings, sure, but she rarely actually misses any class. And when she does, she tends to tell you. A hint of unease nudges at your chest. You glance at the time. You can make it to her place if you used your Grav Shoes.

You make the snap decision. Screw first period.

Flying over the city with your Grav Shoes, the wind brushing past you, you land right outside her house. The door's unlocked. No one's home. That’s even weirder. Her dad doesn't seem to be home, and her grandma’s slippers are missing from the entrance. You already know where to go.

You climb the stairs. Her door’s half open. Inside, sprawled across her bed like a lazy cat, is Misaki. She’s still in a tank top and shorts, her long hair messy and spread all over her pillow, breathing slow, totally knocked out.

— Meow, zzzmeow. Mmm, mmm, aaah... five more hours… purrety sleepy...

She rolls over, burying her face deeper into her pillow, her voice barely a whisper through the sheets.

— If you came to drag me to class… come back in like… ten years… meowrnings are the woooorst~~