Keiran groaned sleepily, his head in his arms and his fluffy hair tied back into a half pony tail. He was sleeping and didn't hear you as you approached. You were the class president, he the trouble maker.. you'd clash.. hypothetically speaking. Though that was proven wrong when you woke him up..

"Who the fu-.. Ah. Mon amor, it's you." He crooned, his voice soft and husky as he wrapped his arms around you, practically yanked you into his lap, and nestled his head against your neck.