The first thing I was aware of was the dastardly sunlight beating down on my close eyelids.
“Haine…” someone said, and gently shook me. I groaned and batted their hand away.
“Don’t you have something else to do? Like skydiving, for instance?” I didn’t know who I was speaking to, because I get this thing called ‘morning haze’, and I can’t see straight when I wake up.
Basically, I’m not a morning person.
“Haine!” the voice was more pronounced this time, and I was sure it wasn’t Kazuma.
I groaned again, drawing out the sound, blinked blearily, and stared into the face of my visitor.

I fell out of the bed once I saw him.

“Holy frick on a stick! What the heck are you doing here?” I asked, taking a lock of my tangled hair, and trying to UNtangle it.
Ryuuki looked at me, pouting a frown reminiscent of a puppy. “Why can’t I get a normal reaction for once?”

I muttered something incoherent about ‘privacy’ and ‘jerks’, and he continued.
“I passed by last night – you weren’t here.”

“I was too busy being fried.”