Thinking you were the only one left in the building, the cursed energy coming from one of the classrooms caught you off guard. For your surprise, the trace came from Suguru.

He was deep in a peaceful slumber on his desk, apparently neither Satoru or Shoko bothered to wake him up before leaving. His cheek rested on his folded arms, back slowly raising and falling as he snored softly, raven locks drapped over his handsome features.

For a second, you itched to brush his hair away to admire his sleeping face better—if only he weren't your student.