The next day, Minato woke up late in the afternoon. He yawned loudly, stretching his arms above his head for close to a minute until his joints gave a satisfying pop.
"Man… I haven't slept this long in a while," he muttered groggily, rubbing his eyes.
He sat up and looked around the room. It was strangely quiet. Amelia wasn't on the bed beside him, nor anywhere in sight. For a moment, he thought she had gone out.
That was, until he heard it... A slow and steady sound of breathing from somewhere above him.
"Huh?"
And then his jaw nearly dropped, and he was filled with amusement.
Amelia was there... asleep, completely upside down, her body hanging from the ceiling like a bat. Her yellow hair flowed down freely toward the floor, and her hoodie had slipped slightly, revealing her slender neck and collarbone.
"...You've got to be kidding me," Minato whispered, blinking rapidly to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
