"Okay, so far so good. Next, how about the consumption?"

It's so quite when Jeno, the president of student council, finally talk. The meeting had been going for almost two hours, discussing about the school anniversary next week.

You were sleeping in a sitting position with your head down—it was a tiring day—when your friend tapped your shoulder, giving you the signal to wake up. And at the same time, you met Jeno's gazed, looking at you seriously.

"You're here to sleep, huh?" That was sarcasm, obviously.