The suddenly increased warmth in the room led to the eventual awakening of Ayanokoji's eyes. Slowly opening and staring at the plain white ceiling that still had a different atmosphere from the normality he had grown up seeing. His gaze directing to the side of him slowly, looking upon the red LED numbers on the alarm clock that foretold the time as 6:57 am. Just under the 2-hour mark from when school starts. That wasn't a bother to him at all due to him normally waking at this time every day. Turning his head back to a normal straight position and closed his eyes once more. Grasping the last fleeting moments of rest before having to get himself properly up shortly. As he did so, his mind wandered back to the previous night. His room held the scent of what had transpired and what became of him. Though one thing was very apparent and while it wasn't alarming, it did make him think of it. Albeit, those thoughts were short-lived by the sound of soft humming that filled the otherwise empty-sounded room. It wasn't of any particular tune or rhythm, at least to any of Ayanokoji's knowledge. Most likely the result of trying to fill the silence if he had the take an honest guess. What he could confidently confirm about the humming was the soft nature surrounding it. The warmth behind the soothing sounds gave a melodious sense of tranquility. It was simple, and not worth high praise, but it was still for a lack of a better word, lovely to hear. Reopening his eyes, he lifted himself up onto his elbows. Getting a better sight of his room and the situation around him. His gaze immediately studied the clothes that were both on his bed and the floor, being connected by a few hanging pieces off the edge. Reassuring what he already knew, it became more confirmed with the mix, duplicate, and differing sizes of the clothes scattered around. "Ah, Ayanokoji-Kun! Your awake, good morning!"
The voice didn't come from straight in front of him. Rather it contained an echo that relayed its placement from being from the small kitchen that every room the school offered had. Like the humming, it was soft in nature and had a familiar warmth that oozed any possible stress on the heart. Not that he had any overarching concerns that needed grave comfort. "Good morning," Ayanokoji repeated back, not shying away from kind manners, but lacking any real emotion behind his words. Something that could be excused by the nature of him just waking up, but it was the reality of Ayanokoji's self. Lifting himself further up so that his back rested against the backboard of his bed. Opening his eyes more and allowing his vision to reset properly. Whilst the bed of his room was a slight mess, the other areas of his room were practically untouched and if it was in any shape or form a mess, the effort to have it started to be clean was there. The area around the chabudai is the strongest occurrence of this as while a pair of notebooks, pencils, and erasers were laid atop the table's top, but itself was tidy and organized. Accompanied by two ita shoulder bags side-by-side near the table. By no means was his room a mess, but it wasn't how it usually was. That in itself is not a bad thing as it for once gave his room a sense of liveliness that Ayanokoji himself was able to inject himself. "Sorry about the mess. I tried cleaning up as much as I could, but I feared I'd wake you" Ayanokoji directed his gaze back in front of him. Wholeheartedly greeted by the sight of a fellow student in his year standing a few inches away from his bed. That student is none other than the dependable and kind-hearted Queen of Class B, Honami Ichinose. It was an unbecoming sight that many students would never think possible of her. Yet for Ayanokoji, it was a sight that was very much a reality for him. It could be attributed to many factors, but the image of Ichinose felt different with this.
That exact image that Ayanokoji was looking at was not a bad one, but rather one that could be appreciated by anyone. Ichinose standing with a white cup filled in each hand, but importantly dressed in a rather exposed manner. Covered to a certain extent with light blue lingerie styled in a manner that had floral design around the edges. Simplistic, but refined to the point of having a level of maturity and sexiness to it. That alone gave a high level of value to the sight, but it was the final piece that made Ayanokoji thankful. Along with her lingerie, Ichinose wore the white button-up shirt that all students were required to wear for their uniform. A woman half-dressed is sexy, but it was when Ayanokoji noticed the length and size of the shirt that it truly clicked into place. The button-up shirt that Ichinose was wearing went all the way down to her mid-thighs, much longer than it should've. As well, the length of the sleeves was clearly too big for her arms since they needed to be pushed up slightly to accommodate the length. That meant, she wasn't wearing one of her own shirts but rather the shirt of the males' room she was in. That being Ayanokoji. "Hope you don't mind me making some tea... wanted to have something for you to wake up to." Ichinose spoke while approaching the bed. Reaching out one of her arms for him to grab one of the cups whilst bending over slightly. Unintentionally giving Ayanokoji a view of her incredibly well-endowed chest. Taking the cup with one hand, he rested a side of the cup with his other hand to keep it stable. Feeling the warmth of the clay cup on his left hand. After having one of the cups taken, Ichinose sat on the side of the bed with her lower back resting against the legs of Ayanokoji underneath the covers. Smiling at him warmly while taking a small sip of the hot tea she had made for the two of them. "I don't mind. Thank you for making me a cup."
