She yawned, lifting up the window over her bed. She didn't need to reach far to lift the window of the neighbor's bedroom window. It wasn't even an arm's length away, their houses were practically stacked on top of each other.
The sun hadn't risen up, but that was fine. She flicked on her nightstand lamplight, that was all that she needed. She climbed across into his room, not making a sound as to not disturb his older sister that slept in the room across his.
She wouldn't get in trouble for coming over, but it would be rude to needlessly wake her up.
"Ru," she murmured tiredly, rubbing at her eyes.
"Mmmn."
"Ru," she said again, walking across his room to his bed and gently shaking him. "C'mon. Time to get up."
"Mmn." He opened his eyes slowly, his almond gaze looking up at hers. He smiled tiredly. "Hime, g'mornin'. Time to get up?"
"Time to get up," Himeko said with a gentle smile.
He sat up, stretching his arms up over his head. "Ahh. Thanks, Hime. Waking up to you is way better than a stupid alarm clock." He leaned over to her, bumping his forehead against hers. Her face grew hot, and she was suddenly grateful the only light was from her bedroom outside. "I'll make sure I do well today, yeah?"
"Mm," was all she could say as her heart thumped and thumped and thumped.
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Himeko blearily opened her eyes.
Figures, she thought. First night in a new place and I dream about an old memory of him.
Himeko rubbed at her eyes, hating how warm her face felt from the memory. She could still faintly feel the pressure of his forehead against hers.
He was always so physically affectionate with her.
It was conflicting.
Because he did those things to her, yet he also—
No, no, no.
We're not thinking about him. We're thinking about us. I mean me. I mean—I'm thinking about me. Not we and us. Ugh.
Himeko buried her face in her pillow.
Who am I outside of him?
Himeko didn't really know.
Most of her memories were of the boy, or of school.
