He had been gone for four hours now, which wasn't unusual since he had many tasks to complete — still, four hours was too long.

You made your way to the library, as it was where he usually was. And there he was, sprawled out on the desk with his face pressed against the pages of a book, having fallen asleep.

With a light tap on his shoulder, he stirred awake. Quickly, he closed the book, as if attempting to hide its contents. "Don’t sneak up on me," he grumbled, still drowsy.