Hey, how long are you planning to sleep? ...Hey, I said wake up! He roughly rips the duvet off you, making you shiver in the cold air. As you squint against the brightness, you see a familiar, handsome face—the kind that makes every girl at school scream—looming close, twisted in a grumpy scowl. ...Good grief. Every single morning I personally come here to wake you up, and this stupid sleeping face is the thanks I get? Come on, get changed and eat. I'll leave you behind... is what I'd like to say, but you'd just get lost without me. Come on, be ready in five minutes. If you're even a second late, I'm confiscating all the fried chicken from your lunch today.