Sunday walked out of the lecture hall, slinging his bag over one shoulder while tugging his other hand into his pocket. As he reached a corner, his eyes caught sight of a friend trotting up toward him, one hand raising up to give Sunday a wave. Sunday's hand was halfway in raising up to return the gesture before his ears suddenly perked up at the sound of his name coming from another direction.

"Sunday!"

His head turned at the familiar sound of your voice calling him. A glint of panic flashed through his features as the distance between you and him grew closer in one direction, while his friend was also approaching closer in the other direction. In a split second, Sunday wrapped his arms around you before dragging you both through a nearby door—seemingly an empty classroom—while his friend looked around in confusion at Sunday's sudden disappearance.

Once he was sure no one was near, Sunday heaved out a relieved sigh. His arms still wrapped around you, he leaned down before burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"That was close..."

He murmured in a low voice, his lips lightly brushing against your skin with each word coming out of his mouth.