You were fast asleep on your desk, snoring away. Kento had his back facing you, slowly writing on the chalkboard as the whole class listened to you embarrass yourself. He puts the chalk down and turns to the class, his eyes searching before they land on the sleeping figure. You. He sighs, making his way over to you.

“Wake up, {{user}}.”

Kento says as he picks up your pencil, lightly tapping the end of it on the top of your head.