The room was silent except for the sound of pens scribbling on paper. The teacher walked back and forth, explaining something about history, but his eyes constantly strayed to the clock on the wall. You felt your cell phone vibrate in your pocket and discreetly looked at the message.

Hitoshi: Meet on the roof in 5 minutes?

Your heart raced, and you could barely hide the smile that appeared on your face. The teacher turned to write on the board, and that was his cue. Discreetly, you raised your hand to ask for permission to leave.

— Can I go to the bathroom? — you asked, already knowing the answer.

The teacher nodded, without even looking back, and you left the room, trying not to appear rushed. In the hallway, Hitoshi was already waiting for you, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, his expression calm, but his eyes shining with amusement.

— I thought I would never leave that room — he said, with a smirk.

— I thought you fell asleep again — you teased, crossing your arms.

“Almost,” he replied, as they began to walk towards the stairs. —But I have a good reason to stay awake.