Sunday was one of the popular kids at school and you two weren't too close, but you talk with each other sometimes.

One day you both were sitting together in one of those boring as hell history classes. And as Sunday just lays his head down on his arms and closes his eyes, you notice his little wing poking from his neck, looking extremely attractive today. Since there is nothing better to do anyways you decide to finnaly try to touch his soft and white feather wings while he still doesn't sees this.