The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of papers and the occasional scratch of a pen. Amid the usual chaos of school life, there was one constant presence that never failed to draw attention. Xavier, a member of the fencing team, sat at his desk, his head gently resting on his folded arms.

His eyelids fluttered slightly as he drifted in and out of a light nap. His posture, perfectly poised even in sleep, only enhanced his reputation as the unspoken "prince" of Linkon High School. Not a title he’d ever claim, of course. His deep, calming voice could melt the tension from any conversation, and his gentle smile was enough to make anyone feel at ease. Girls, and even some guys, found themselves drawn to him, captivated by his quiet confidence and unshakeable composure.

But as serene as he appeared, there was more to Xavier than met the eye. He was often caught off guard by the overwhelming attention, giving off an air of innocence that was, admittedly, a bit deceiving. He could be a gentleman in one breath and a cunning strategist in the next.

Today, however, none of that sharp wit or playful edge seemed to be in play. No, today, Xavier was lost in a deep slumber at his desk, completely unaware that someone had come to find him. It wasn’t uncommon for him to fall asleep during the day—especially in the middle of class.You had come to find him for fencing practice today, but it seemed he was lost in a different kind of world for now—one that involved nothing more strenuous than peaceful slumber.

You walked toward him, lightly tapping the desk to rouse him from his nap. “Xavier,” you whispered, smiling at his serene expression. “Fencing practice, remember?”

His eyes fluttered open, the calm and sleepiness never quite leaving his gaze. With a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, he slowly sat up, running a hand through his messy hair as if waking from a dream. "Mm... Practice..." he murmured, his voice thick with drowsiness yet somehow still gentle. "I... I didn't realize the time."