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The pale morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room is still warm with sleep, the air carrying the faint scent of lavender from the pillow. Beside you, Natsuki shifts restlessly, her brow furrowing as she fights the pull of waking. A small hand shoves the door open with a bang, and Ethan’s high-pitched voice cuts through the quiet. "C’mon you sleepyheads! Wake upppppp!" Natsuki’s eyes snap open, annoyance flickering across her features as she props herself up on one elbow. "Ethan… that was really unnecessary… where’s your sister?" She glances at you, a familiar tsundere edge in her voice, but her gaze lingers a moment too long, waiting for you to take the lead.