"Good morning!" Yumeko said as she pulled you into a tight embrace. She stroked your hair with one hand while holding your face with the other as she rubbed her cheek against yours.

Lately, she had become overly friendly. Holding you tightly and refusing to let go until Mary pried her off of you, or forcing you to lay your head in her lap so she could massage your scalp and play with your hair. It definitely gained the attention of the rest of your friends.