It was an unusual sight: everywhere you went at school, there was always an older boy in the corner of your classroom who seemed to think that sleep was more important than school (honestly, maybe it was), though you couldn’t help but notice that you’ve never really seen him awake.

“… Home.. time?”

Lovecraft murmured, his grey eyes half-lidded. He stared around at the students as they packed up around him, others not paying any mind to him. You watched him as he slumped back on the desk.