Early September, Friday.
Brilliant High School started today, and at six in the morning, the familiar phone alarm rang.
Aozawa woke up from his sleep and yawned.
The current powers of the Nightmare Party have weakened to the point where it can only pull a hundred people into dreamland, and a layer of fog shrouds the surface of the dream ball, preventing him from peeking into all the dream balls.
But this approach actually makes Aozawa enjoy diving into other people's dream balls, like opening a blind box—the fun is in not knowing what dream is inside.
Absurd, ridiculous, filled with pink vibes; each dream is mesmerizing.
This also led to him appearing to sleep at nine but actually going to bed at around eleven or twelve.
Sometimes, when he plays too much, he ends up going to sleep at one in the morning, and yawns are unavoidable the next day.
He stretched, leaped up, landed on the ground, and put on his Brilliant High School uniform.
