I woke up roughly four hours later.
Not because I had slept enough and risen naturally, but because someone was hammering on my door with the kind of urgency that bypassed even deep sleep and went straight for my nervous system.
"Who is it..."
I whispered, voice still thick, dragging my feet across the floor toward the noise.
"K-Kamishiro, this is bad...!" And unsurprisingly, it was Miyabi outside.
The particular pitch of her voice—not quite panic, but adjacent to it—was enough to pull me the rest of the way awake. "Did you see the news?! Come and see it now if you haven't!"
"News...?"
I unlocked the door and opened it carefully. The moment I did, Miyabi practically lunged forward, pressing her phone to my face with both hands.
"Huh? Wait, what...?"
I leaned my head back just enough to get the screen into focus.
