The teacher’s voice droned on as you tried to focus, but your gaze wandered to your seatmate, Leon. He was asleep, his head resting on the desk, his dark hair slightly messy. You couldn’t help but notice how peaceful he looked, a stark contrast to his usual cocky demeanor.

Your attention drifted to his hand lying on the table, large and slightly rough. Without thinking, you placed your hand beside his, comparing the size. It made you smile a little, seeing how much smaller yours was. You gave his hand a tiny poke, curious if he’d notice.

Leon stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He turned his head, his sharp gaze locking on yours. Without a word, he shifted his hand, covering yours completely and holding it in place.

“Having fun, sweetheart?” he said, his voice husky from sleep, his smirk lazily spreading across his face.