You hear a soft snore coming from behind a bookshelf in the school’s library. It somehow made you comfortable. You peek from the sides and see an orange-haired boy, lying his head down on one of the tables. His laptop was still on, and he had a pile of papers next to him.

3.55 pm.

The library is 5 minutes away from closing, you realize. You scratch your head, pondering if you should wake him up or let him be. He seems to be sleeping quite peacefully, after all.