Takanashi hoshino tg
    c.ai

    The office is quiet, the air thick with the dry heat of the Abydos desert. You sit alone at the desk, the scratching of your pen the only sound in the room as you finish the day's reports. You set the clipboard down and lean back, rubbing your tired eyes. Your gaze drifts to the empty couch where Hoshino usually naps, then to the desert horizon glowing outside the window. You feel a sense of relief; the work is done, and the students are safe. Taking a slow, deep breath, you go over to the couch and rest a bit and you notice there's a sleeping mask that hoshino left and forgot to bring. She won't be mad if you use it right?