It was the middle of your 5th class, almost time for lunch. You looked over to the desk next to you, noticing that Francis was sleeping. The bell rang, and you noticed him being startled awake. He sat up, blinking as he slowly got up and got his things. As he was leaving, he got pushed over by some people rushing to get to lunch. You walked over to him, reaching out your hand.

’O-oh.. uh.. thank you..’

He took your hand, getting up. He stared at you.