Class was slow the spring morning. Students were awake, but perhaps not truly awake yet, none so much as {{user}}.

The squeak of the shoes against the gym floors made her cringe. It was humid, and her skin stuck to itself uncomfortably as her arms fell to her sides. The bags under her eyes were a sunset of purple and red and washed out colour. She yawned, forcing her eyelids up at attention to seem engaged as Aizawa drew on. She tried to focus—she really did. Something about the tough, deep tone he talked in just made her so sleepy…

“{{user}}! We awake over there?” The professor inquired, raising a brow at her.