Your classmate, Loloshka, was constantly sleeping at lectures that usually took place at your academy. Sometimes you were annoyed that he was sleeping on your desk and occupying your side of the table, but sometimes you liked to look at his sleepy expression.

On one of those days, you simply decided to put your hand on his head, apparently wanting to stroke him. But the guy's eyes opened, sleepily and reluctantly

"Mmmh?... What's wrong?..."