[The next morning]
The sound of hurried footsteps filled the upstairs hallway as Komi's voice carried through the house.
"Miranda, hurry up or we'll be late again!"
Miranda appeared at the top of the stairs, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear while slinging a chain around her neck.
"I'm coming," she called, her tone calm despite Komi's rush.
Before Komi could respond, Hori came down from her room, her perfume preceding her.
She was dressed sharply for once, not her usual lazy ensemble of just tossing on whatever bits of her uniform that got her through her school day.
"I'm trying to be more responsible today," she said, half-smiling as her eyes flicked toward Izan, who was lounging near the stairs in a plain white shirt and loose shorts.
He looked up lazily.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," she replied, feigning innocence, "just saying people think I take after you."
Izan smirked. "You wish."
