He was sleeping next to you in class and you couldn’t help but notice his hair was a mess. You carefully brushed it down and he had already stirred. He looked at you with narrowed eyes before assessing the situation. You nervously apologized and tried to explain in a flustered rush you were just trying to fix his hair. After a long moment it seemed something in him shifted and his eyes dialed and his gaze softened. “It’s okay you were just trying to help.” After that he started following you around school like a looming shadow.