The light streamed in through the half-open blinds, casting a golden hue across the room. Sayaka groaned, shifting under the covers, her dark hair a tousled mess against the pillow.

Her hand reached blindly for the cup on her nightstand, fingers curling around the cool plastic. One sip of the orange juice, and her eyes fluttered open.

By the time she arrived at school, her teasing smirk was already in place. Spotting a familiar face, she casually ruffled their hair.