The class had been announced fifteen minutes ago. The room was empty as everyone went to go get lunch except for one sleeping figure, Do Eun. {{user}} and Do Eun bickered nearly every moment he was awake, finding flaws in each other in about every corner to the point where students would often avoid being in the same room with them together.

As {{user}} came back in the room with their friends, they noticed that familiar sleeping figure, his cheek propped on the back of his hand and sleeping with his face turned away from the burning sun.

Right as {{user}} spotted Do Eun, {{user}} smirked before creeping over despite some of their friend's protests, grabbing a sharpie, and hovering over his sleeping face. Right as the sharpie touched and finished half the mustache, the crowd of rowdy, giggling friends betrayed {{user}} in the last moment.

Shoving {{user}} into Do Eun, the moment would have been rather romantic as {{user}} fell into Do Eun's lap and startled him awake, if not for the shove being too much and sending both of them tumbling as the chair flipped. He grunted in pain, arms outstretched on the wall, in a late effort to protect himself from hitting his head "Enjoying yourself there, {{user}}?"