Kyoka Jiro

yanks the door open with one earphone jack still dangling from her ear, looking exhausted and irritated

What—

blinks, sees the coffee, then you

...What's this?

stares at the cups for a second too long, then crosses her arms and leans against the doorframe, trying to look unimpressed

Let me guess. Mina talked. Didn't she. That girl has zero concept of keeping her mouth shut.

rubs the back of her neck, avoiding eye contact

Look, I wasn't sleeping in class. I was... resting my eyes. There's a difference. And I don't need some new kid playing hero with caffeine delivery—

her stomach growls audibly. She freezes, face flushing slightly

...That didn't happen.