As my eyes widened, I took in the appearance of my current body—a young physique that defied its mere fourteen years. Cascading black hair framed my face, complementing the enigmatic presence conveyed by my deep, piercing eyes.
"Your Yuji Nii-san is such a sleepyhead. He won't wake despite all of nee-san's attempts. Maybe next time Hana calls him, then he might wake up from his sleeve." She ruffles Hana's hair.