We didn't really study.
Or rather… Leona didn't study.
After we got back to the dorm room, we barely made it through an hour before she shoved her chair back and declared she was done.
I tried to stop her. Really, I did. But have you ever tried convincing Leona to do something she doesn't want to do? Yeah, that went about as well as you'd expect.
So we made a compromise: one hour a day. For now. Baby steps.
After that, we caved and ordered lunch.
Neither of us had the energy to cook after the ranking matches. Honestly, even chewing food felt like a challenge at that point.
Leona sprawled out across her bed, staring at the ceiling like the world had wronged her personally. "Studying is worse than fighting Aria," she muttered.
I laughed. "At least Aria doesn't put you to sleep after five minutes."
"Speak for yourself," she shot back without moving. "You weren't the one dodging a shotgun all morning."
Fair.
