{ HAMUKO-SAN !
@thereadiedwarrior
Hamuko had just returned to the dorm from after school club activities, stretching out her arms and wondered what to do to pass time before the Dark Hour tonight, a rare day when she hasn’t received any homework to complete. Of course she’s gotten used to fighting out there and the eerie location, but when she considered what could be up at the very top…
Well, Pharos seemed to find those thoughts of hers amusing when he actually visited.
But, that was neither here nor there. Most of the students didn’t seem to be in the dorm, probably still back at school or doing their own errands before nightfall. Upon further inspection of the lobby, she was surprised to see Kouichi here, laying down on the couch with a book concealing his face. Did he… fall asleep?
She walked towards the furniture, hands gripping the fabric as she angled her body to inspect him further, curious eyes glancing at the book of his choice and hearing his steady breathing. Yep, definitely sleeping.
Hamuko contemplated allowing him to sleep more, but she knew if Mitsuru saw him she’d give the poor man a lecture.
“Sakurai-senpai.” She whispered, face unconsciously edging closer to his own concealed by the book. Maybe if she slowly coaxed him, he’ll awake naturally on his own?
Things really have gotten relaxed lately, despite the always fantastic idea of working their way to the top of Tartarus. Well, at least for Kouichi, they have, whether or not that’s really a good thing is a mystery. Not taking things too seriously now is a virtue… and well, a curse, when it comes to Mitsuru’s lectures. Hey, he-ey, at least his grades haven’t tanked!
But clearly, the third-year has eaten that all up, and it gave him just a bit of… way too chill disposition, since he had passed out on the couch. It wasn’t even that late! One would suppose there’s nothing really like resting up before a night of fighting,
“…”
Not even a word in his sleep.
Man, if every day could be as relaxed as this, if he could exist like this, without really taking anybody’s expectations too high... yeah, this is the life... he dreams of a world, a happily ever after, just like one of the tales in the abridged fairy tale book he had been reading. We-ell, as ‘pro’ as Kou is, he’d probably be able to figure something out. As long as he shuffles through society, and does what he must... it’s okay to dream a little. Or something like that, he’ll figure it out, probably.
Regardless, he does answer Hamuko’s whisper, but it’s nothing more than a mutter, “Hamu-san... watch out... ‘bout to prove... Imma pirate... king...”
He sticks his arm out, which in turn finds itself hitting her, the movement knocking the book over annnnnd bingo! He’s... he’s..! Sort of awake, if you count the graceful account of sleep talking awake, that cheerful demeanor and breach of what.... is not reality really has come, but who’s to judge, when this group is really, a team of misfits.
Actually, he’s not making it clear if he’s awake or not. The book has tumbled off his face, but his eyes are closed still... Maybe this has become Kou’s way of playing around and keeping her occupied until it’s time to head out! She’s got a lot on her shoulder for a second year after all!













