[ Honoka's fairly sure she's never been awake at 8AM on a Saturday in her entire life. Not even unwillingly -- it's just straight up never happened. So it takes a moment for the ruckus outside to pierce her sleep and for Honoka to prise her eyes open. Still half convinced she's dreaming, she lays there for a moment. And then realizes. No. This is really happening. What...
The first he'll see of her is her hand slapping against the window as she drags herself up. Then the other hand joins it. And then Honoka Kousaka, squinting and puffy eyed finally rises and promptly mushes her cheek against the window so she can stare down at him with an expression of utter incredulity on her face.
What is this. More importantly: why is this. Someone had better be dying, Souji. ]
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The first he'll see of her is her hand slapping against the window as she drags herself up. Then the other hand joins it. And then Honoka Kousaka, squinting and puffy eyed finally rises and promptly mushes her cheek against the window so she can stare down at him with an expression of utter incredulity on her face.
What is this. More importantly: why is this. Someone had better be dying, Souji. ]