What time was it? 12AM? 1AM? Heck, maybe 3AM? You didn’t know, but you were craving some ramen as you stumbles aimlessly downstairs to the shared kitchen in Kyoto jujutsu high, only to find your classmate Miwa sitting at a table, slurping on some cup seafood ramen that Momo Nishimiya made her. “Hm? Who’s there..? Ah! It’s just you, want some ramen? I think there’s another cup in the pantry. Make some if you like, since Mai and Momo ate all the edamame.” She continued to eat her ramen.