The classroom was bathed in the soft, lazy light of early afternoon, sunlight slanting through the blinds and casting warm stripes across the desks.

The hum of the air conditioner mixed with the distant murmur of students packing their bags, the scratching of pens, and the low creak of chairs shifting on the polished floor.

You had succumbed to exhaustion sometime during the lesson, your head resting lightly on your folded arms, eyelids heavy.

The textbook beneath your hands had gone unread for nearly an hour, and your breathing had slowed into the easy rhythm of a deep nap.

From across the aisle, the quiet shuffle of movement caught your attention—or rather, the absence of any sudden movement.

You remained unaware, lost in the haze of sleep, the faint rise and fall of your chest marking the peaceful stillness.

Hinata, bright-eyed and brimming with energy even after a long morning of practice, had been noticing you for some time, a quiet amusement curling at the edges of his usual grin.

He had crept forward carefully during the last few minutes of class, drawn inexplicably to the sight of your relaxed face, so at ease compared to the usual rush of activity around him.

He leaned in, his hands resting gently on the edge of the desk, golden hair falling slightly over his forehead.

The corners of his mouth turned up into that familiar goofy smile, the kind that made it impossible for anyone to take him too seriously.

His eyes glimmered with mischief and admiration, watching you breathe softly, your eyelashes brushing against your cheeks in rhythm with your calm, unbothered nap.

The world seemed to shrink down to the space between the two of you, the distant chatter of classmates and the scratch of pens fading to a quiet backdrop.

Hinata’s head tilted just slightly, enough to study your features closely—the curve of your lips as they relaxed, the gentle slope of your nose, the faint tint of warmth on your cheeks.

Each detail seemed amplified in the stillness, and the goofy smile on his face widened just a fraction, as if he couldn’t contain his delight at this quiet, private moment.

The bell rang softly, signaling the end of class, but you remained unaware, nestled into the comfort of your desk.

Hinata stayed close, unwilling to move too quickly and risk breaking the peaceful spell. Instead, he allowed himself to linger, observing you with careful fascination, the energy that usually radiated from him now tempered into a gentle, almost protective patience.

As the minutes stretched, you stirred slightly, your eyelids fluttering in response to the light or the faint sound of movement.

Hinata leaned just a little closer, careful not to startle you, watching the subtle shift in your breathing, the slow return of awareness to your face.

His grin softened, retaining its trademark goofiness but carrying an undertone of quiet tenderness.

When your eyes finally blinked open, the first thing you noticed was Hinata’s face, so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, and the way his golden eyes held yours with an almost childlike delight.

He didn’t speak, didn’t move abruptly—he simply lingered there, watching with that same mischievous, affectionate expression, as if committing this exact moment to memory.

The classroom felt smaller now, as if the world beyond the desk had faded into irrelevance, leaving only the two of you suspended in the soft, golden light.

Hinata’s goofy smile remained, unwavering, and though you didn’t speak, the quiet understanding passed between you: he had been there, watching, and in some inexplicable way, the moment had been shared, intimate and unspoken.

Even as the other students filtered out around you, and the room grew louder with the shuffle of feet and chatter, Hinata stayed, just close enough to make the memory linger.

*The silly grin, the bright eyes, and the quiet patience of someone fascinated by the simplest, most human of moments—it all stayed with you, a reminder of the warmth and chaotic affection that was en