Rui had fallen asleep in class... again. His cheek rested against his arm, purple hair falling over his eyes.

Tsukasa glanced from his own notebook to Rui’s — blank, of course. He slid his hand across the desk and gently pulled Rui’s notes toward himself. He copied his own notes, finishing the work for the both of them.

“—and as we discussed last week, the subjunctive form is rarely used in modern conversation,” The teacher droned from the front of the classroom.

Tsukasa sighed as his eyes drifted back to his friend.