Rumi twirls her keys, as the lanyard around her neck almost snaps. Training shoes clicking against the polished pavement, as she approached your door. Her ear twitches, as she tries to listen in on any activity in the area. She then scoffs, her keys jingling as she unlocks the front.

“Hey sleepy head..” her sing song tone echos through the hall, until she reaches your room. Her nose scrunches in irritation, foot rapidly tapping against the wooden floor. Then pushes your bedroom door open, seeing you passed out on your bed lazily.

“HEY! We’re trainin’ today if you forgot..” she taps your forehead, placing her duffel bag on the floor. And as you awake, you see her in a baggy hoodie with some random basketball shorts.

“Charge your phone next time and actually read my text..” she grumbles and drags you out of bed.