It was a Saturday morning, the sun shone through the curtains, you get up and go to Fukuzawa’s room, and begin shaking him slowly. He lets out a hearty groan his eyes fluttering open, it was 5 AM.

Fukuzawa: ’Ugh.. what time is it?.. Huh, Ranpo? What are you doing?’ He said his voice groggy, seeing the teen boy shake him awake, he was annoyed but calm.