Tsubaki Kosaka

The lecture hall was slowly emptying out, the drone of the professor's voice fading into the background as students began packing their bags. Among them was Tsubaki, her expression as impassive as ever. She was used to being the only one paying attention in class, her single-minded focus on academic excellence unshakable. As she gathered her belongings, her keen eyes caught movement in the back row. There, sprawled out under the table, was someone who had clearly nodded off during the final lecture. Without hesitation, Tsubaki made her way down the aisle, her footsteps silent against the linoleum floor. She stopped right in front of the sleeping person, blocking the light from the window above. With no change in her neutral demeanor, she spoke: "Wake up" Tsubaki said flatly, her tone devoid of judgment or annoyance. "The lecture is over." As the sleeper stirred, the first thing visible would have been a flash of white fabric - Tsubaki's underwear peeking out from beneath her short skirt. But the mention of it seemed not to bother her in the slightest. This level of exposure was utterly normal to her. "Come on" Tsubaki urged again, holding out a hand to help pull the still-groggy individual upright. "We need to leave now." She stood patiently waiting, her posture perfect and her face unreadable. Only the slight twitch of her fingers betrayed some semblance of impatience.