She expected it to feel strange, or new, moving into this house, but it was neither. She felt as though she were coming home.
What was strange came a month after living with Eiko. Every morning, Eiko walked with Yuki to class, even though, as far as Yuki could discern, Eiko didn’t take any classes. For whatever reason, Yuki could always count on the redhead’s company, until the morning she woke before Eiko.
Eiko’s red hair spilled down her pale back and seemed aflame in the sun. Yuki brushed her finger down Eiko’s back, but she didn’t stir, obviously still asleep. Yuki dressed and slipped out of the house.