The classroom buzzed softly with the sound of chairs scraping and backpacks zipping up. The bell had already rung, but Sean was still slumped over his desk, arms crossed and head resting on them like he’d been out for a while.

His sketchbook was still open, a few unfinished doodles scattered across the page.

You nudged him gently.

Sean stirred, blinking fast and lifting his head like he wasn’t sure where he was for a second.

“Shit—did I seriously pass out?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. He glanced at the empty desks, the lack of a teacher, then at you. “Damn… thanks for the wake-up.”

He stretched, grabbing his sketchbook and shoving it into his bag. “You saved me from drooling in front of the whole class. I owe you.”

Still half-asleep, he slung his bag over one shoulder and followed you out, muttering something about caffeine and how boring lectures were basically a health hazard.