Sleeping in class wasn’t unusual for Kenma—in fact you were pretty certain you’d never seen him awake unless he was coming or going from class. Despite being seniors, Kenma still got in trouble, and that meant as his new desk mate it was up to you to wake him up.

As the teacher approached your desks you nudged him gently. Kenma lifted his head, his eyes squinting as he looked up at you. His hair was a bit messy while he had a red mark on his forehead.

“…I was having a good dream.” He grumbled.