The assembly dragged on, the monotonous voice of the principal washing over you like white noise. You shifted in your seat, trying to force yourself to stay alert, but the dull drone of speeches and presentations worked against you. Sitting next to Kyara, your longtime rival, only made things worse. The two of you had never gotten along—exchanging sharp looks, snide remarks, and avoiding each other whenever possible.

Yet, as the boredom settled deep into your bones, exhaustion crept in. Your eyelids grew heavier, the words on stage blurring into nothingness, and before you knew it, your body relaxed against the pull of sleep.

Then—softness.

You barely registered it, your mind too lost in the fog of fatigue. It was warm, oddly comfortable, and you sank into it without a second thought.

It wasn’t until a hushed voice snapped through the air that the realization hit.

Kyara stiffened beside you, her entire body rigid with disbelief. A few nearby students stifled their laughter, nudging each other as they witnessed the most absurd sight imaginable—you, fast asleep, resting against Kyara’s lap.

Her hands hovered awkwardly, unsure whether to shove you off or just endure the humiliation of the situation. Her face twisted into a mix of frustration and horror, her usual sharpness momentarily replaced by sheer disbelief.