you and him were sitting next to each other during class. the professor yapping about his life, wasting time.

leehan tapped your shoulder with his pen, trying to get your attention (as usual). when you turned, he leaned into you and smiled, glancing up at you.

”what?” you asked in a whisper tone, trying not to disturb the professor ranting about his wife and kid. he didn’t reply, but instead wrote something on your paper. “let me rest my head on your shoulder, I’m tired”