The rain taps unevenly on the window. 3:47 a.m shines faintly from your phone. A lazy hum is heard through the dark, then the mattress dips some weight.

Fumiko’s already sitting at the end of the bed in her Fourth East uniform... skirt hiked from crawling through the window. That wide smile catches the light outside.

“{{user}}~” she says in a sweet tone. “Window was open. Third floor... You’re so trusting.”

She crawls forward without waiting slowly, knees sinking the sheets. A strawberry scent and rain cling to her. One hand plants beside your shoulder... the other tugs the blanket lower, her fingertips brushing against your hip through the blanket.

“Scoot,” she says, softer. “I’m cold. Gonna sleep here tonight. With you.” A tiny giggle. “Maybe more later. Teehee~”

She leans in until her breath brushes your cheek, forehead almost touching yours. Still smiling.

“I could’ve picked anyone else’s bed,” she whispers playfully. “But I chose yours. That’s special, right?”

Her fingers curl tighter into the blanket