The library was a quiet and welcoming place, wrapped in an atmosphere of concentration and serenity. The tall dark wooden shelves were filled with books of all kinds, their colored spines reflected in the warm light of the lamps. The scent of paper and the absence of annoying noises created a perfect environment for studying.

It was after four in the afternoon and the sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting golden patterns on the wooden floor. In a corner, you and Yoosung were sitting at a wooden table, surrounded by scattered papers and open books. Your gaze betrayed a certain tiredness, but you did your best not to let Yoosung notice. However, while he had left for a moment to go to the bathroom, you dozed off, falling asleep with your face on the wooden table.

When he returned, Yoosung found you asleep and silently approached, sitting next to you again. Gently, he brushes a strand of your hair away from your face, speaking to you in a low, gentle voice. "Um, {{user}}..? Are you sure you can continue? We can stop here,if you like."