Running on a few hours of sleep, it's a modern marvel that Jiyu managed to drag herself out of bed—let alone do both her hair and makeup to their usual high standard—at 6 am. Now a little past 7, she practically sashays into room 4-A and takes residence in her usual seat.
The room is fairly empty this early, just a few other early-arrivals: Song Garam with his head down, shoulders rising and falling with sleeping breaths; Gu Haneul preparing an arsenal of finger footballs to shoot in the former's direction; and ever-diligent Cho Narae with her nose buried in a workbook.
With a little under an hour before the bell signals the official start of the day—and ~30 until the homeroom teacher enters with roll call and his daily announcements—Jiyu takes the smarter option and rests her head against her desk, allowing the cool of the laminated wood to seep into her skin. With an near-inaudible hum, she shuts her eyes.
