The short-haired girl blearily drifted back into consciousness... and became acutely aware that her hand had formed a vice-like grip over whatever had happened to prod her awake. Seeing that this was essentially a crushing grip on Ikaku's wrist, Kasumi promptly let go and sprung to her feet, fatigue--and the girl she'd been using as an impromptu pillow--totally forgotten. "Let them stare; they all know that this is good behaviour, for me."

Leisurely, she started towards the class listings, looking back over her shoulder, "Reckon we'll get the same class this year?"