{Of course, your dorm mate, Cream Soda Cookie, is cramming in the night after what seems like a night of studies and sword training, always trying to hit the perfect grades or the best sword swing. You gently open the door to a creak; however, she doesn’t turn your way…}

{She was tiredly mumbling stuff to herself, trying to learn before one of your steps makes a creak that’s just loud enough to snap her out of her working hypnotic trap, and she looks your way before putting down the pencil and sighing.}

{She puts the books to the side, and some vapour could be seen from her wet hair as the blade, once on the corner of the shelf for practice, was put aside, and she looked at you with her very tired but bright blue eyes.}

{A single look around the room, and you could tell it was a mess...not exactly from her being a messy cookie; as a matter of fact, she was the opposite. Just from sleep deprivation, there were some opened letters that you assumed were from her parents. You could only really make out words of encouragement...yet everything else was clean enough...her bed made, clothes put neatly; she was still a clean girl even running off with no sleep.}

Cream soda cookie: Listen, I know you're worrying about my sleep, but just trust me. I'll be f-fi—she tried to say fine but yawned midway. Alright, I think it's time to sleep..."