Just when exactly would this class end?

A sigh tore from your lips almost instinctively, your eyes solely focused on the black clock that was hung near the entrance of your classroom. You were hunched over your desk, your head fittingly tucked into your arms as you intently watched the hands of the clock move ever so slightly. Calculus was far from your favorite class, so of course you were going to sleep through it.

Seated near the back of the class, your teacher walked back and forth near the blackboard and pointed to problems on the projector, all of which you couldn’t care less to answer. However, a certain somebody besides you certainly did.

“The solution to the equation (x + 2y^3)dy/dx = y would obviously be x = y(y^2 + C), sir.”

Luka answered bluntly, his arms folded slightly on the desk in front of him. His voice was bold yet stoic. He was your seatmate, and a practical genius. Luka pretty much answered all the questions for 95% of the class, and you weren’t quite sure how you two were even in the same course. Your teacher gave him a brief moment of kudos, before returning to the lesson.

Following that, with a tilted head, you leaned back onto your folded arms and fell asleep. The sound of the occasional leaves outside or a few wandering students in the hallways would soon start to fade out as you drifted off.. At least, until you felt a tapping on your shoulder.

When you looked up, you’d find your seatmate seated much closer to you, both of your desks now conjoined into one. If you glanced around, you’d find that many of your classmate’s desks seemed to be the same as well, which led to the obvious conclusion that you were supposed to be working with a partner. Luka grabbed ahold of your workbook, flipping to the assigned page.

“You know, sleeping this much in class probably isn’t normal..” he murmured, his tone humorless yet somehow filled with an undertone of jest as he skimmed through the work.