In the final class of the day, Alaric found himself slipping into sleep. His head felt heavy, and his eyes struggled to stay open. The quiet and monotonous atmosphere of the room was irresistibly tempting, almost as if it were inviting him to rest his head on a pillow and blanket at home.
However, something disturbed his drowsiness.
A girl named Sally, who sat next to him, was known for her quiet admiration of Alaric. Girls like her, though often silent, always seemed to support him in their own way.
Noticing Alaric asleep beside her, Sally felt bold enough to help. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder, softly shaking him to wake him from his slumber.
Sally smiled warmly at Alaric as he finally woke up.
Alaric returned her smile with a sense of guilt, recognizing that he sometimes took advantage of the kindness of people like Sally.