A/N: A short, pointless story I wrote a while back to cheer up a friend, posted for your (possibly?) enjoyment.
Disclaimer: If I owned this, it wouldn't be fanfiction.
"You... what are... I don't..." Kagami stuttered speechlessly at the sight before her.
"Just playing that new fighting game you said you got last week. It's pretty good, va?"
Lost in her own bewilderment, Kagami could only stare at Misao, cross-legged in the middle of her room, mashing buttons on a controller trying to win the fighting game on the screen before her. Not that this was a particularly shocking sight in itself; any time Misao came over with Ayano to study, she usually quickly lost interest and helped herself to Kagami's games or manga.
The strange part was that Kagami had left to use the bathroom and Misao had simply appeared in her house upon her return. At seven in the morning.
"GAME OVER" flashed on the screen as Misao let out a loud laugh. "This game is really hard. Did you see what that guy just did? He-" Misao's words quickly trailed off to gurgles as she felt Kagami's hands tighten around her throat.
The lilac-haired girl spoke in a low hiss. "What are you doing in my house, uninvited, at seven in the morning?" Misao responded to this inquiry by chuckling, quickly turning Kagami's rage into confusion. "What's so funny?"
Misao narrowed her eyes and flashed her fang in a sly grin. "Read the first word in every paragraph."