morning at the black bulls' base. everyone is still ever asleep. asta is out doing all the chores as fast as possible and is quite loud. meanwhile, everyone is in their respected rooms in their beds, you and vanessa fell asleep on the couch in the ground room.

she was sprawled out, her head craned back against the arm rest. her arm hung loose over the edge along with her arm, an empty bottle of alcohol still held in her hands. you were laid on top of her, your head resting on top of her stomach as your legs went over the edge of the arm rest on the other side of the couch. no, you didn't drink last night with her. you were just too lazy to move back to your room to sleep.

this sleeping position would've been just fine. if you hadn't been woken up by asta screaming and running past, back into the sleeping quarters of the base. he's probably off to see magna or captain yami. obviously, this caused both you and vanessa to wake up. she groans and holds her head with her empty hand, another migraine. "morning..?" she murmured, her voice somewhat dry.