[u][b]Hisakawa Hiroki[/b][/u] Hisakawa has never really been one for sleeping in. In fact, it was pretty rare for him to sleep past sunrise—why sleep for eight hours if he can function just fine on three? So feeling himself awaken to a ray of sun hitting his eyes was pretty uncommon, but it wasn’t necessarily unwelcome. Though he couldn’t let himself sleep just yet… As awareness came to him, he groggily attempted to evaluate his surroundings—specifically, listening for breathing. After a moment, he did pick up the sound of someone breathing sleepily, as well as the pressure on his chest—the weight of another person. He let out a quiet sigh, then wrapped his arms around the person on top of him, knowing he won’t have to get up right away. He let himself relax into the haze of the morning. It was always remarkably peaceful here—well, the neighbors didn’t make a lot of noise, at any rate. Otherwise it was decently comfortable, but he had his complaints. The carpet was kinda gross, they probably haven’t done a renovation since the place was built, and the shower—you know what? Let’s not think too hard about the shower. Hisakawa recentered himself, focusing on the woman in his arms. He raised his hand over to her head, lazily stroking it though her hair. It wasn’t everyday that— Wait. Oh no, that’s not right. Hisakawa opened his eyes. It wasn't just the hair, [i]nothing[/i] about this was right. He looked at the woman sleeping on top of him, and didn’t even remotely recognize her. He looked around the room, but it was all as unfamiliar as the girl. He tried to run through his memories of yesterday, trying to understand where he was and who the hell this girl was, but ultimately came up empty. The last thing he can even remember is showing up at Hope’s Peak academy, about to start his first day at the prestigious school. “Ooooh nooooo.” He muttered, bringing has hands up to his face. He wasn’t really sure about the exact situation that brought this about, but he couldn't imagine any circumstances that didn't mean he didn't do something wrong somewhere down the line. God, this was bad. This was really, really, really bad. There was a pit in his stomach, wanting him to do something about this, but also terrified of confronting the situation. He squeezed his face, digging his nails in, using the pressure and sting to help him focus. This may not be as bad as he thinks it is. It may just be his imagination getting the better of him. Either way, he had to wake this person up and figure out what happened, as much as he may not want to confront it. It’d be worse to just leave and not figure out what happened, anyway, right? After a couple more moments of mental debate, he gently tapped she girl on top of him, speaking as she began to wake. With his other hand, he pressed his fingernails into the palm of his hand, trying to keep himself focused and present. “So, uhm-” He coughs a bit, his voice coming a out a little hoarse, “Listen, I’m really sorry. I gotta be honest, I don’t really remember anything that happened last night, and this really isn’t-” He moved his hands to remove the girl from on top of him, but, not wanting to touch her, he ended up putting his arms at his sides, “and this really isn’t looking good. Um..." He paused, trying to wrap up what he was saying as quick as possible, not wanting to waste any of this woman's time, and trying to get this over with as quickly as possible "So, what exactly happened?" --- [u][b]Himura Chikako[/b][/u] Himura woke from her slumber, and found that she was actually kinda cold. Ugh, that’s annoying, though it really wasn’t all that uncommon for her to end up kicking her blanket off in the middle of the night, so she wasn’t that surprised. She felt around, trying to get comfortable so she could sleep again, only to end up with a clump of grass in her hand instead. She raised herself up on her elbow, analyzing the grass for a second (yep, that’s grass), before looking at her surroundings. Grass. There’s some trees over there. Some buildings over there. A couple of people on the ground somewhat near her. She doesn’t recognize any of them, nor does she remember how she got here. She sat up, quickly adapting to the circumstances. Though deeply confused about where she was and who she was with, and certainly not comfortable with that, she simply put on a smile (though not a totally natural one), pointing it at the only awake person near her—some boy in pretty white robes, “Hey there!” She said, keeping her tone casual, “How did you sleep last night? I slept like a baby, myself! Y’know, sleeping on the ground is a lot more comfortable than people give it credit for!” Conversational and friendly without being specific—whatever happened to her, that was probably broad enough to cover her bases. Unless she wasn’t supposed to talk, or be conversational and friendly… Well, she had already done it, so the best she could do would be to improvise from here.