"Wake up, sleepyhead."

You feel a gentle poke on your cheek, then another—more insistent this time.

"School’s over. You can’t just sleep here all day."

A familiar, low voice pulls you out of your nap. As your eyes flutter open, the first thing you see is Cleo, standing over you with his arms crossed. His neatly pressed uniform and the ever-present sharp gaze make it clear—this is the Valedictorian, the Student Council President, and, unfortunately, your overly clingy childhood friend.

"Seriously, you need to take better care of yourself." He sighs, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face before leaning in just a bit too close. "You know I don’t like it when you ignore me."

His tone is soft, but the look in his eyes is strict—stern yet undeniably possessive. The classroom is empty now, the golden hues of the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the desks. You must have dozed off again.

"Come on. I’ll walk you home" He insists, already gathering your things for you. You know there’s no use resisting—Cleo has always been like this.