When Mike woke up, it was still early in the morning. The sky was mostly cyan, but red from where the sun was raising. The scene was visible from the only window in the room. 

Michael got up from the, he had to admit, comfortable and soft bed and stretched his whole body as he posed his feet on the ground. Only after did he noticed that he was wearing pajamas. The boy turned around to look at his friend and noticed that she was changed too. Although his will to live was strong, he decided to wake up the girl by shaking her until she would open her eyes.

"Hey. Hey, Kili. Kiki, wake up." he said as he ignored her five-more-minutes plead.

"Well then.", Michael approached his mouth close to her ear and yelled, separating every syllable, "Killian!"

A backfist came straight to the unfortunate kid's nose, sending him backwards on the bed while a grumpy face emerged from the bedsheets, starred around and came fell down on the cushion. It took her half a minute to process that she was in an unknow bed in a strange small room with only one window.

The anxiety of the strange place gave her enough strength to get herself out of the bed, and check on her friend. Said buddy was wearing a disgusted expression on his face, as the punch, perfectly thrown from an outsider's point of view, did not please him at all. 

"Yo, where we at?", Killian said as she went to open up the curtains, letting the sun rising above the city illuminate the room.

"You forgot?", scoffed her friend while joining her to appreciate the view, Kiki rolled her eyes," It's morning, you expect me to think?"

"Fair enough. So yeah, this must be Eraser Head's apartment or something." 

"Oh.", she said, as her brain slowly started processing the information, "Oh", she repeated, but louder.

Then her brain made tilt. Literally, Mike could swear he heard the sound of her brain switching on.

"Oh mah god.", she muttered as her smile grew until they almost reached her ears. Kiki excitedly opened the window completely, letting the cold air of the morning enter the room. 

But it didn't matter at all, for the view of the city, the japanese city full of people, of people having quirks. It was all buildings, of various colors, stores, sometimes a house, roads, cars, buses, but it felt amazing. It felt wonderful, different, for the things they hid behind their concrete walls. 

"That shit is making me feel poetic." laughed Mike closing off the window and turning towards the bed accompanied by the other teenager. They helped each other to make the bed, as rigorously and delicately possible, for it was an anime bed, and they were but simple mortals.

It was clear that that late statement didn't need communication between them to be created. It was as eating when you are hungry or dyi-crying when the author kills one of the characters you became emotionally dependent of.

Then a problem arose. where they supposed to be awake? Should they go out of the room? Should they wait for someone to come to move? 

Because God knew how embarrassing, awkward, shameful it would be if they did a mistake or were caught doing a mistake, not by just a person, but by a anime person from the anime world they were fan of.

And not only God knew, I know that you do too. Yes, you, the one behind the screen that feels extreme embarrassment for any character when they do something wrong. To the point when  sometimes you need a short break from the story to recover.