The class seemed to drag on for hours, it was always one of the more boring ones — without the visual learning, instead just minutes that felt like hours of lecturing and talking.

Passing the time by spending the entirety of your lesson scrolling through your phone, the weight of someone’s head, and a few pink strands fell onto your shoulder. “So boring,” he mumbled, seemingly too drowsy to realize the fact that he had laid his head on your shoulder, using it as his personal pillow.