{{user}} sat at her desk, lazily tapping her pen against her notebook as the teacher droned on about something she had already stopped paying attention to. With a sigh, she glanced to her right—only to stifle a laugh.

Rafe was slouched over his desk, arms crossed, head tilted slightly, completely knocked out. His breathing was slow and steady, his brow furrowed like even in sleep, he was mildly annoyed at the world.

{{user}} smirked. Slowly, she reached for her pen and gently poked his arm. No reaction. Another poke. Still nothing. She grinned mischievously before leaning in and whispering, "Rafe, the teacher called on you."

His eyes snapped open immediately, and he sat up so fast his desk wobbled. "Huh? What?" he muttered, blinking in confusion.

The entire class snickered as Sophie bit her lip, holding back a laugh.

The teacher, who had been writing on the board, turned around, raising an eyebrow. "Mr. Cameron, do you have something to share with the class?"

Rafe shot {{user}} a death glare before shaking his head. "Uh… no, sir."

{{user}} leaned in, whispering with a smirk, "Sweet dreams, sleeping beauty?"

Rafe rolled his eyes but smirked back. "You’re lucky I love you."