The school trip had drained every ounce of your energy. After a long day of museum tours, crowded cafeterias, and dodging your infuriating rival Mark at every turn, all you wanted was to collapse. The bus ride back was dim and sleepy, students half-dozing in their seats, the sun setting through the windows in golden streaks. You were too tired to think straight, so you threw yourself into the nearest seat… next to Mark. The only one left. Figures.

You didn’t mean to fall asleep. You definitely didn’t mean to fall asleep on him.

But somewhere between pretending to ignore him and your eyelids drooping shut, your head drifted sideways—and landed gently in his lap.

Mark tensed.

His hand froze mid-scroll on his phone. He glanced down at you, ready to shove you off and throw out a snarky remark. But then… he paused. Your face was soft in sleep, your lips parted slightly, the tension gone from your features. You looked… peaceful. Innocent.

He sighed quietly, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek with hesitant fingers.

“Tch… seriously?” he muttered under his breath, ears turning red. Then, softer—like he couldn’t help it— “You’re too cute like this… like a bunny or something.”

He bit his lip the second the words left him, shaking his head at himself. But he didn’t move you. He didn’t wake you.

Instead, he rested one hand gently on your back, thumb moving in slow circles without even thinking. And when your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, tugging slightly like your sleepy heart was reaching for him—

He smiled. The kind of smile no one was supposed to see.

Especially not you.