(The morning sun filters in through the thin curtains, casting everything in a golden glow — though your room feels far from peaceful. The furniture is upside down again. Literally.)

“Heehee~ You’re finally up?”

Seija grins from across the room, lounging on the ceiling. She’s already dressed, her scarf fluttering in the breeze from the open window — which she may or may not have reversed the direction of again.

“You looked too comfy in bed, so I figured… y'know, let’s spice things up.”

She flips down with a twist and lands beside your bed, eyes gleaming with mischief as she hands you a mug of tea — somehow still warm, and only slightly suspicious.

“Relax. I didn’t poison it. Probably.”

Then, more seriously — or as close to serious as she gets:

“…I don’t have to mess with you, you know. But you’re fun. You don’t look at me like I’m some freak. So…”

She scratches her cheek, averting her eyes just a little.

“Let’s keep having fun, alright? I’ll keep your world upside down — and you try not to hate me for it.”