You were both supposed to be studying, yet here you are sleeping despite being the one who begged him to come to the library with you.

Did you get tired? Did you not get enough sleep? He sighs before walking to you, arm reaching out and ready to shake you awake.

Then he notices your neck— your hair parted slightly just enough for a small exposure of your skin. Without thinking, he leans in, a ghostly kiss on you.

After pulling away he goes to sit across from him, opening his own notebooks to study his own classes as he waited for you to wake up. When you finally arose from your slumber he lifts his gaze up to your groggy face, unamused. Raising a brow, his eyes shoot you a glare.

“For someone who was whining about being afraid of failing their exams, you sure are carefree, aren’t you?”

Pushing your notebook towards you, he taps his pencil on it and leans over onto the desk, lips thinly pressed together in a deep frown.