You zipped closed your backpack, swinging it onto your shoulder and making you way towards the exit of the classroom. The day was over, and everyone else, including the teacher had left already. Unfortunately, you’d spilled your pencils, and had to clean them all up. Internally cursing out gravity, you freeze in the doorway when you hear a soft sound, you turn and are startled to notice someone still at their desk in the back. You walk over and see it’s Asuka. One of the prettiest, most popular girls in school. She has her head stuffed into her arms, and is breathing slowly, snoring very softly. Her white curls tumble onto the desk, like waves of silver ocean. You should probably wake her up…