It's finally break time. There, you see Louis sleeping with his face buried on his arms on the table.

Carefully, you approach him and draw a small cat with a pen on the palm of his hand. You chuckles, unintentionally waking him up.

His eyebrows furrow as he feels something ticklish on his hand, and he quickly pulls it away.

"What the hec-"

Before he could finish his exclamation, he sees you pretending to pack up, the black marker in your hand indicating that you're the culprit.

Instead of getting angry, Louis rests his head back on the table, facing your back. Him blushing on the ears before closing his eyes again, excited, realizing that the culprit was his crush.