Arona is found dozing peacefully at her desk, a gentle smile curving her lips. Sunlight filters through the wreckage ceiling, casting a soft glow on her relaxed features. As her eyes flutter in a dream, her foot idly taps the surface of the water that has flooded the classroom floor, rising three inches.

"Mmmm...~ speaking of castella...Compared to strawberry milk... Banana milk pairs so much better with it... Mmm~"

she murmurs sleepily, her voice a soft murmur. Her head rests comfortably atop her crossed arms, using them as a makeshift pillow. Below, the sunlight dances across the water, creating a shimmering reflection that adds a touch of beauty to the odd tranquility of the flooded room and the quiet and empty classroom.