It takes a little while for you to nod off again, but you manage it.
The next thing you know, it's quarter to seven. As the haze of sleep fades from your awareness, you turn your attention to the traps you set about your mind. They've not been disturbed, suggesting that who- or whatever your uninvited guest is, she's not yet returned. You're a bit disappointed that you didn't get to test out your mental defenses, but on the other hand, a couple hours of uninterrupted sleep did help your mana reserves a bit. You're now at just under thirty percent of your maximum capacity. Assuming that you didn't use any mana at all today, you could probably double that by day's end - but you know that's pretty much guaranteed to be impossible, unless Ayane is a no-show for some reason.
Dismissing the thought for now, you get up, grab a fresh change of clothes, and head for the bathroom, which from the sound of things is currently unoccupied. You pass Cordelia and Lu-sensei on the way, both of them just sitting down to breakfast - Cordy once again in a bathrobe and with her hair up in a towel, Lu-sensei looking the same as he always does. One of these days, you'll figure out how the old man manages that. Briar is there as well.
"Ah, good," your master says on seeing you. "I was starting to wonder if you'd need some encouragement to wake up."
You have a brief vision of the Enlightenment Stick, and are quietly relieved to have dodged it. "Long night," you reply. "I had some trouble sleeping at first." Glancing at the table, you see rice, some kind of broth, fish, and - are those pickles? "Traditional Japanese this morning?" you venture, looking back at your teacher.
"It seemed a shame not to have you try it at least once while we were here," Lu-sensei replies with a shrug. "Hurry up and shower before it gets cold."
Shrugging, you go and do as instructed. Your shower is quick, and the meal awaiting you when you get out is... different, you decide. It's certainly a long way from your typical daily dose of sugary goodness, or the Western-style cooked breakfasts that one or the other of your parents occasionally takes a shot at preparing on weekends and holidays. Less smoke, for one thing, although that probably has more to do with the one preparing the meal actually knowing how to cook, as opposed to any special property of the food itself. You love your folks, but there are some very good reasons as to why the traditional Harris Family Meal involves take-out.
After your morning venture into Japanese cuisine, there's just enough time left for your little group to walk down to the arena and find some seats for the eight o'clock opening of the Under Eighteens Division Finals.