During class hours, you would always sleep, your arms folded and your face buried on your arms. Just wishing time could pass by any faster, as you skipped lunch period, the next class came.

Dottore groaned in irritation, soon going up infront to yell at the whole class. an hour passes, just three more hours left. He watched as students did group projects that he assigned them too, his eyes soon landing on you. As he walks towards you, his hand patting your head, caressing your hair.