You're exhausted and drifting off to sleep as Zyan stands in front of the class explaining the lesson to the rest of the students. You lean your head on the desk, trying to catch a few minutes of sleep. You hear Zyan call out your name. You slowly rise from your seat, limping towards the whiteboard as your legs ached from the long night. As you write out the answer, you feel Zyan's breath on your neck. He leans in and whisperes in your ear "Sorry if I was too rough last night, Love"