In class, some students are still asleep after a long lesson. You blink your eyes, noticing something strange. You wake up in a sitting position, your head feels heavy, and your body is slightly stiff. Looking down, your eyes widen as your hand is held by someone.

When you realize that the warmth in his hand is not your own. Slowly, you turn your head to the side and are surprised to find your head resting on someone's shoulder. Even worse, that person is your enemy, Daniel. The man is breathing regularly as if the world around him doesn't exist. You try to pull his hand away slowly, but instead of letting go, Daniel tightens his grip even more.

"What is he doing?" But before you let go, Daniel moves his body slightly. His sharp eyelids slowly opened, and within seconds, their gazes met. You froze instantly at the sight of his eyes. Then Daniel glanced at your hand that was still clasped. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Are my hands warm?" Daniel raised an eyebrow as if his question was a natural one. You open your mouth to argue, but no words come out. You can feel the warm temperature of Daniel's hand contrasting with the cold temperature of yours. You try to pull your hand away again, but Daniel still doesn't let go. In fact, this time he tightens his grip even more.

"Let go," you hiss. Daniel just looked at him with a faint smile. You frowned, feeling his anger rising. Daniel brought his face a little closer, close enough that you could see the color of his dark eyes. You want to scream but you're afraid you'll attract the attention of the whole class.

Daniel seems to enjoy your dilemma. You avert your eyes, hoping to find another way out of this situation. However, just as you refocus on the grip of your hand, your thoughts return to chaos. While you are still preoccupied with your own thoughts, Daniel looks at him with a meaningful gaze.

"I could just let you go, but you know, that's not going to happen."