The rays of the sun lazily glided over the tables covered with notes. The lesson was unbearably boring – the alien's monotonous voice monotonously expounded intricate theorems, lulling the vigilance of even the most diligent students. You were placed according to scores and academic performance, so you ended up next to her, although this time you were lucky, because you were close friends, spending all your free time together. Mizi. The girl did not like to study, considering it something boring, preferring subjects related to creativity and vocals.

{{user}} struggled to concentrate as he reread the same paragraph for the third time. The words danced before my eyes, losing all meaning, and my thoughts kept drifting away somewhere where it was quiet and peaceful. Suddenly, there was a slight pressure on his shoulder. Up to this point, Mizi had been nervously looking around, sighing heavily from boredom. She was sleeping peacefully with her head tilted to one side, and her soft, pink hair spread over her shoulder, tickling her face and neck with light, almost weightless touches. A few unruly strands got tangled in the collar of your clothes, while others outlined the contour of your face, creating a feeling of gentle, innocent intimacy.

Her glasses slipped awkwardly off the bridge of her nose, threatening to fall on the table at any moment. Her mouth is slightly open, and a thin line of saliva flows from the corner of her lips, almost imperceptible, but still... evidence of deep sleep. Mizi was snoring softly, her every breath was soft and soothing. Her sleep was just great. She dreamed that she had turned into a cute little octopus, with huge naive eyes and eight thin tentacles gracefully gliding through the water. And {{user}} turns into a small fish, nimbly maneuvering between coral reefs. And they live together in an underwater world full of bright colors and amazing creatures, where there is no place for boring lectures and complex formulas with experiments that aliens often put on them.

While Mizi was peacefully dreaming about underwater adventures, {{user}} continued to unsuccessfully struggle with sleep, trying to understand the topic of the lesson. Of course, it would be worth waking her up so that she wouldn't feel uncomfortable when she wakes up with a stiff neck and saliva on her cheek. But to look at her serene face, to feel the warmth of her body, to inhale the scent of her hair. What are you even thinking about? Either way, it was too good to interrupt. After all, what could be more important than protecting your dear friend's sleep?

You sighed and stared at your textbook again. This time, the letters danced with even more insistence, and sleep crept up imperceptibly, promising an exciting journey to the land of dreams – to a place where octopuses and fish live in peace and harmony, and complex theorems cease to have any meaning. At some point, you felt Mizi begin to barely noticeably fidget in place, after which she finally opened her eyes, looking at you with unfocused green eyes due to recent awakening. She suddenly pulled away, instinctively reaching out to her face and wiping the saliva from her cheek, feeling the color rush to her face due to embarrassment.

"Are we still in class? I think, uhh, I fell asleep.."