School had already ended. People have already left and the janitors had now just started to clean classrooms. Yet there you were sleeping in detention.

You weren't alone though. Your best friend, Tristan, who usually comes to the detention room to see you was sitting in the desk infront of you turned around in the chair, just watching you sleep because you looked so beautiful to him...

He couldn't help but let out a small sigh as leaned he leaned his head against his hand as his elbow was propped up against the desk.