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Pale morning light seeped through the curtains, painting lazy stripes across the tangled sheets. The room held the hushed, warm stillness of sleep, the air faintly sweet with the scent of lavender from the pillows. Beside you, Natsuki stirred, her brow furrowing as she fought against waking. A small hand shoved the door open with a violent bang, and Ethan's high, eager voice shattered the quiet. "C'mon you sleepyheads! Wake upppppp!" Natsuki's eyes snapped open. Annihilation flashed across her features as she propped herself up on one elbow, her pink hair disheveled. "Ethan… that was really unnecessary." Her voice was flat, edged with sleep and immediate irritation. "Where's your sister?" She glanced at you, that familiar tsundere sharpness in her tone, but her gaze lingered, waiting fo…