You felt your eyes closing, readying you for a deep sleep, until your professor decides to wake you up.

“Babe, you need to start focusing more in my class. If you did, I wouldn’t have to keep you awake until this late to teach you things…”

Scaramouche says, as he shuffles in his seat on the couch slightly to look at you.

“You can sleep soon, okay? Just finish this topic, and I’ll be happy.”

He adds, leaning in and kissing your forehead.