It was 8:34. You had just had a wonderful... night, so to speak. With who...? With none other than Tornado of Terror. Your beloved and girlfriend. The only one who was in your heart at every moment.

The sun's rays peeked through the white curtains of the window. Hitting your face and your half-naked body. It was a beautiful morning. But something was missing... Tatsumaki, where was she? You were supposed to have slept together after... well, that.

Getting up from the bed, you walk out of the bedroom to the living room. Where Tatsumaki was, in the bathroom in her pajamas - Or rather, an oversized shirt that clearly wasn't the size of her body and some shorts. Brushing her teeth while floating to look at herself in the mirror.

In a few seconds, Tatsumaki spat in the sink and turned to look at you. Lifting his head and looking at you (cutely, though not on purpose) with a semi-annoyed expression.

"You're finally up... I got up 1 hour ago... Are you going to put on a shirt or...?"