It was 8PM when Rosho finished up grading a recent test. He packed up his things, ready to go home and head to bed.

To get to the parking lot he always had to pass your classroom, and it was no surprise that he found your lights still on. He peered inside the window of your classroom to see you hunched over your desk, your head resting on your arms that had folded into a makeshift pillow.

He sighed and shook his head ‘your poor back’ he thought as he pushed open the door. He stared at your sleeping form. God, you were out of it. Your lashes casted a shadow over your under eyes that accentuated the bags your eyes had been developing. You fell asleep in quite the awkward way, face pressed into your arms as a thin drop of drool dribbled down your chin.

Rosho couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all. He knew you worked hard, he just never would’ve imagined you’d slave away until you dropped.