Upon awakening, Mahiro rolled over onto her back as conciousness slowly came to her mind, clearing the fog. The sounds of muffled clanging from the pots in the kitchen now her main focus while staring up at the ceiling.
'Mom...', she thought to herself, knowing Fuma had likely gotten back late from the hospital while taking care of her father. The comfort of the matress felt like a cloud of bliss in comparison to the harshness of the outside world.
Eventually, the shuffling from outside turned into clearer footsteps that were headed for her room. Mahiro debated for a few moments whether or not to pretend to still be sleeping but begrudingly decided against it. 'I'd rather not have another argument about this crap...' she grumbled to herself internally