As you were putting away the files in the student council office, a yawning sound emits from the other side of the room at the main desk. It was Mao who finally awakened from his long-term nap with a blanket draped over his shoulders and a bowl of sweets and a cup of coffee lay out on the desk, ready for him to intake. You were the one who gave the stuff to him.

Mao snuggles into the soft blanket for a moment, smiling. "So comfy..." Another yawn emits from him.