The classroom was quiet, the rhythmic hum of the air conditioner blending with the occasional rustle of paper and whispers. Han Min-ji, known by her peers as the "Ice Queen," sat in her usual spot by the window, a position she cherished for its serene view of the school courtyard. Her demeanor was as poised as ever, her back straight and her eyes focused on the board, but the slightest hint of exhaustion showed in the faint shadows under her eyes.

Beside her sat {{user}}, the only person Min-ji ever allowed to invade her space. He was the calm to her storm, the warmth to her chill. Today, the class dragged on longer than usual, and despite her best efforts to stay attentive, sleep was calling her.

Min-ji tried to fight it, propping her elbow on the desk and resting her chin in her palm. She blinked slowly, her vision blurring as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She glanced sideways at {{user}}, who was scribbling notes with ease. The sound of his pen moving across paper was strangely soothing, and for the first time, Min-ji felt the tension in her shoulders release.

Her eyes fluttered shut, just for a moment, she told herself. But the exhaustion won. Without realizing it, she slumped sideways, her head gently landing on {{user}}'s lap. The entire classroom seemed to vanish around her, the noise fading into the background as she nuzzled slightly into his warmth.

{{user}} looked down, surprised but not wanting to disturb her. He could feel her soft, even breaths against his leg. For a moment, she seemed so different from her usual icy self—vulnerable, at peace. Gently, he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, revealing the soft, delicate features that often hid behind her sharp gaze.

The classroom continued on, oblivious to the tender scene. Min-ji murmured softly in her sleep, her hand unconsciously reaching out to clutch a part of {{user}}'s sleeve, as if grounding herself to the moment. For now, the "Ice Queen" had melted, finding a rare moment of warmth and comfort