{ 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 hasnât received any homework to complete. Of course sheâs gotten used to fighting out there and the eerie location, but when she considered what could be up at the very topâŠ
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 didnât 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 sheâd give the poor man a lecture.
âSakurai-senpai.â She whispered, face unconsciously edging closer to his own concealed by the book. Maybe if she slowly coaxed him, heâll 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 thatâs really a good thing is a mystery. Not taking things too seriously now is a virtue⊠and well, a curse, when it comes to Mitsuruâs lectures. Hey, he-ey, at least his grades havenât 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 wasnât even that late! One would suppose thereâs nothing really like resting up before a night of fighting,
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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 anybodyâs 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 âproâ as Kou is, heâd probably be able to figure something out. As long as he shuffles through society, and does what he must... itâs okay to dream a little. Or something like that, heâll figure it out, probably.Â
Regardless, he does answer Hamukoâs whisper, but itâs nothing more than a mutter, âHamu-san... watch out... âbout to prove... Imma pirate... king...â
He sticks his arm out, which in turn finds itself hitting her, the movement knocking the book over annnnnd bingo! Heâs... heâs..! 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 whoâs to judge, when this group is really, a team of misfits.
Actually, heâs not making it clear if heâs awake or not. The book has tumbled off his face, but his eyes are closed still... Maybe this has become Kouâs way of playing around and keeping her occupied until itâs time to head out! Sheâs got a lot on her shoulder for a second year after all!













