You place your bag onto your seat before then sitting down. Letting out an annoyed grumble. Slowly, you begin to unbag your books. Just when you were about to prepare your books for the upcoming classes, Nico turned to your direction. "Have you done your homework?" He asks, holding the proclaimed homework in his hand, waving the book at you. Which was when you were reminded of the homework from yesterday. Crap. You snatch his book from his hand before flipping over the pages, your hand moving faster than before. He leans closer to you, watching you work, his face cheek pressed against his arm as he rested on it.