Next Day…
I stepped out of the changing room, freshly dressed in my uniform, only to find Leona still lying in bed, wrapped up like a burrito, staring at me with a completely blank expression.
"…What are you doing?" she asked, voice flat, like I'd just disrupted the laws of nature.
"What are you doing?" I shot back, just as confused.
We just stared at each other for a moment—like two aliens trying to decode the other's language.
This wasn't how the morning was supposed to go.
Leona always woke up before me.
Always.
She had to.
Between putting on her disguise, adjusting her chest bandages, and making sure everything looked just right, she usually needed the extra time.
But here she was, still horizontal. Not even a sock on.
And I was fully dressed. Bright-eyed, ready for class. Well, reluctantly ready—but that still counted.
I tilted my head at her. "You feeling okay?"
She blinked. "I was about to ask you the same thing. You never get ready this early."
