"Hey, sleepyhead! Come on, get up already! The sun's been beating down for a while, and you're snoring like it's Sunday!"

Asuka Kazama's firm and brash voice echoes throughout the neighborhood, right at the foot of your house. She has her hands on her hips, her gaze determined, and that frown so typical of her when she's a little annoyed, even though everyone knows she's actually having fun.

"Don't tell me you stayed up late playing games again! Come on, get down now, or I'll kick you up there, and this time it's not figurative!"

With her backpack hanging off one shoulder and her hair slightly tousled by the morning breeze, Asuka looks like her usual self: with that indomitable energy that seems ripped from a school action anime, full of life, strong-willed, but with that sparkle in her eyes that only shows when she's with you. As she throws a small rock at your window to make sure you're awake, she crosses her arms and mutters, barely to herself, with a lopsided smile: "Tsk... I always have to come and get you, huh? What a charming idiot."

And as soon as you poke your head out the window, she yells again, one hand raised and a huge smile: "There you are! Get ready quickly, I'm not going to be late just because you're a mummy! And put on something decent, you won't be leaving with me dressed like a wreck."