Anya blinked several times, disbelief flashing through her tired eyes as reality slowly sank in.
The hallucination standing before her wasn't dissolving, wasn't fading, wasn't some caffeine-fueled mirage.
Her lips parted slightly.
"M-Mika?" She stammered, her voice trembling. "What are you—what are you doing here? Why are you in my room?"
"And why are you not a hallucination like I thought you were?"
Mika chuckled softly, crossing his arms as he leaned against the edge of her desk.
"Because, dear Anya, I was never a hallucination to begin with." He said with a grin. "I came here with your mom and I'm staying over."
"And right now, I was just checking in to see what you were up to. I was going to greet you properly, but then you started...well, talking to me like I was some sort of phantom."
He smirked at her trembling, flustered figure.
