The classroom buzzed with the sudden release of students, a cacophony of voices and shuffling feet.

Asahi, however, remained rooted in his seat, his gaze drawn to you. You lay sprawled across the desk, head resting on your crossed arms, fast asleep.

He hesitated, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Asahi, despite his imposing stature and intimidating aura, was a bit of a wuss at heart. He worried about annoying you, about waking you up might exactly do that. Finally, however, he mustered his courage. "Hey, wake up," he whispered, his voice barely a breath.

You didn't stir. He tried again, a little louder, "Hey, wake up. Class is over." Still nothing. With a nervous gulp, he gently nudged your shoulder. He still didn't get the reaction he desired, Asahi's heart hammered against his ribs. He really didn't want to disturb you, but he couldn't just leave you there.

"Come on," he said softly, "You don't want to miss anything important. And the next class is biology."