Mizuki ruffles her hair blearily, stomping with heavy steps towards the bathroom, pulling a dress she left hanging on a hook a few days ago.
Mizuki goes through her morning routine tiredly, not actually waking up until she pours cold water over her head. She lets out a satisfied sigh, wiping herself down with a wet towel since the sponges are too scratchy and hard in this world.
It's nothing too special until she wears the collared shirt she thought was hers, only to realise it's too big, big enough for the ends to fall to her thighs. Mizuki plays with the seams, wondering if she shrunk all of a sudden, then realising that she might've snatched the wrong shirt. Mizuki's heart tremors.
Did I accidentally take Hinata's shirt?! I thought he didn't leave them out, she panics. She frowns at her reflection in the mirror. Is it rude to wear it just for the day?
