Sunlight filtered through the thin mist and fell on the street, while the small stream behind Katsuraya trickled, its sound pleasing to the ear.
"Hmm."
Ayatsuki Ayaka let out a cute sniff, her thoughts gradually regaining clarity, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
She saw Aozawa watching her.
The gentle gaze seemed to melt into a stream, enveloping her completely.
"Good morning, Iroha."
Hearing this greeting, Ayatsuki Ayaka suddenly snapped back to reality, her cheeks instantly flushed red. She hurriedly pulled the thin blanket down to cover her ample chest, and said softly, "Good morning, Aozawa."
The rosy blush spread from her cheeks to her earlobes.
Her bright eyes were like a mist-covered mountain peak after a rainstorm, rising with a bit of ethereal fog.
She thought of the events from last night.
Her heart pounded wildly, unsure of what to say.
Just then, the sliding door suddenly opened.
