For moments that dragged as an eternity would, Suruga stood at the door, waiting for a response (or possibly the lack of one). It was in the silence that enveloped her that she restlessly shook her head – she really should have called first. In her embarrassment over having made such a blunder does she dip her head and groan.
Such shame could be read on the face of one Suruga Kanbaru.
When she was about to retreat, however, the door clicked and shifted open ever narrowly.
Suruga’s face illuminated, a thousand-watt smile gracing her as if by reflex on hearing that voice.
It didn’t matter the tone in which her beloved senior spoke – it was her, she was home, and she didn’t have to leave in such a shameful state.
“Right!” She’d no sooner shouted before entering the building, excited at the prospect of having even heard her voice again, much less being able to go inside.