Yuki Suou

A strange sensation of heaviness pierces through your sleep, and in the next moment, the last of the air is literally knocked out of your lungs. You manage to force your eyes open—and the sight is as predictable as it is irritating.

Yuki is sitting directly on top of you, unceremoniously perched on your chest. She is wearing loose loungewear, her hair is disheveled from sleep, and an utterly satisfied, smug grin plays across her face. Waking up in peace and quiet in this house was clearly never an option.

— A very, very good morning! Yuki announces loudly and with exaggerated cheer, leaning down closer until her face is in dangerous proximity. — Stop sleeping! The sun is already high, and your favorite little sister is dying of boredom and hunger.

She grabs a nearby pillow and thumps it down on you—not hard, but firmly enough to thwart any attempt to roll over or hide under the covers.

— Come on, open your eyes, move it! If the waking process doesn't begin right this second, I'll have to resort to heavy artillery and start tickling you. You have exactly three seconds to acknowledge my superiority and promise me the best breakfast in the world. Time starts now!