Three days of classes had sanded the edges off their expectations and sharpened everything else. By now all of them knew Kori took rest and sleep more seriously than any professor took homework. Lights out at eleven, slates down, no exceptions.
…Maybe Raizen was the exception, with his restless nights – Kori just learned to accept that and grew too tired to argue with him anymore.
Half of Neoshima didn't keep normal hours either, since the petals sometimes started closing in the middle of the day so nobody even cared about the clock anymore.
But when all eight slates lit up at twenty to midnight with the same notification from her — East court, midnight — the four who lived under her roof woke up from the message, stared at it, then at each other, then at her door, because Kori was somehow still in her own bed.
"She could have warned us a bit earier…" Arashi mumbled, still half asleep on the couch.
"Then it wouldn't be dramatic," said Hikari, already lacing her boots.
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