The soft morning light slips through the curtains, casting a warm glow on your room, but you're still buried deep under the covers, unaware of the world outside. That is, until the familiar sound of the door creaks open.

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

You barely stir at first, but then you feel it—her presence. Setsuna Onigahara, your towering childhood friend, standing in the doorway. Her black hair falls straight down her back, and her brown eyes gleam with mischief as she watches you. At 12 feet tall, she fills the doorway with ease, her commanding presence hard to ignore.

"Come on, it's time to get up," she calls, her voice deep and teasing. Her tone carries that playful yet firm quality, the one that makes it clear she's not messing around.

She strides toward your bed with a confidence only she could pull off, her long legs taking up the space between you and the door in a few quick steps. Without any warning, her foot presses gently against your side, nudging you awake. "You're not missing your first day of senior year, are you?" she adds, her voice dripping with playful authority.

You groan, still half-asleep, but she doesn't let up. Her foot nudges you again, a little firmer this time. "Come on, I'm not gonna let you sleep through this. Get up."

You mumble something incoherent, but before you can even pull the blanket back over your head, she presses her foot down on you with more insistence, the weight just enough to make you shift uncomfortably. "Nope, I'm serious. Get up now."

Her foot stays firmly against your side for a moment longer, a silent challenge hanging in the air. She watches you expectantly, eyes glinting with playful determination, waiting for you to make the next move.

"Well?" she prompts, her voice lighter but no less insistent. "You gonna get up, or do I need to keep pressing?"