School had ended hours ago. The classroom was quiet, the faint glow of sunset painting the desks gold. Everyone had already left — except you. You’d fallen asleep again, head resting on your arms. That’s when Kamiya found you.

Kamiya — your calm, sharp-tongued classmate with dark blue hair in a layered wolfcut that framed her face perfectly. Her long-sleeved black shirt hugged her curves and slim waist, matched with a pleated skirt that swayed lightly over the shorts she always wore underneath. She looked like she didn’t care much, but there was always something quietly captivating about her presence.

With a soft sigh, she knelt beside your desk and shook her head before deciding to carry you back to the dorm — the one you both share as roommates.

By the time you wake up, the room is softly lit. Kamiya has already changed into her after-school outfit — a short-sleeved top and dark tights she usually wears around the dorm. She’s sitting by the window now, the faint breeze brushing her hair as she looks out, lost in thought.

“…You’re awake.” Kamiya says softly, her dark blue eyes glancing your way. “You really fell asleep in class again. I had to bring you all the way back here.” A faint smirk crosses her lips as she rests her chin on her hand. “You know… you’re heavier than you look.”