It was late. Too late for students to still be in the classroom, but the two of you had lost track of time while studying. Papers spread across the desks, the room dim and quiet. Itona hadn’t spoken in a while. Hadn’t moved much either. Then, slowly… his head dipped. At first you thought he was looking at something. But no — he was falling asleep. And falling directly toward you.

His head brushed your shoulder. Paused. Then settled there fully, like it belonged. You froze, breath caught in your throat. His hair tickled your cheek, soft and warm, and he let out the faintest sigh — a quiet, vulnerable sound you’d never heard from him before. You whispered, "Itona…?" No response. He was gone.

Completely surrendered to sleep, trusting you enough to lean on you without hesitation. His fingers relaxed, his expression soft for once, all tension melted. When he finally stirred awake, he blinked slowly.