[b][u][color=f7976a]Sangue Naga[/color][/u][/b]

Silence enveloped her as she unknowingly slept on, her head remaining on her desk. She had been feeling weary, her entire body aching for sleep. She was still too used to sleeping in the day, and sparring with the bubbly Emmy only wore her out even further. The countless nights she spent awake before she was accepted by Beacon now seemed like an old good memory.

The paper ball hit her head.

Sangue slowly opened her eyes.

"[color=f7976a]...[/color]"

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"[color=f7976a]...!!![/color]"

The red-haired woman suddenly reached for her head, her eyes widened in surprise. Something just woke her up, and it was not her timer. Her eyes darted around the room to see if anything important happened yet. Nothing. The woman straightened herself.

Sangue looked at the paper ball crumpled on her desk, her expression idle, but her eyes still wide. She picked it up.

The crumpled thing had woken her up, it seemed.

"[color=f7976a]...[/color]"

The woman glared at the paper ball in both thankfulness and confusion. She looked up as she held onto the ball.

She felt pretty awake now. At least, she thought she was awake now. She needed to take notes, so she needed to stay awake.