#rollo twst

He'd found you asleep in the library, in the gardens, during study sessions, and once—somehow—standing against a pillar with your arms folded as if you hadn't just drifted off on your feet.

"You cannot simply sleep whenever you please," he scolded, adjusting his posture as he eyed your sleeping figure

"I don't mean to..." you yawned. "It just... happens."

"Hm."

He remained unconvinced.

That is, until one rainy afternoon.

The soft patter of rain echoed through the halls of Noble Bell College as Rollo quietly reviewed paperwork. Across from him, you had been reading a book in complete silence.

Or so he thought.

When he glanced up again, the book had slipped from your hands, your head had lolled to the side... and before he could say a word, gravity won.

Your forehead landed gently against his shoulder.

"..."

You let out the tiniest sigh in your sleep, completely unaware.

Rollo froze.

He could have moved.

He should have moved.

Instead, he simply sat there, ears faintly pink as he stared straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge the warm weight resting against him.

"...Ridiculous," he muttered under his breath.

Yet when a passing student peeked inside and quietly offered to wake you, Rollo's response was immediate.

"No."

The student blinked.

"...They're sleeping."

"...I can see that."

"They're comfortable."

The words left his mouth before he could stop them.

After an awkward pause, he cleared his throat.

The student nodded—clearly unconvinced—and hurried away.

Rollo sighed.

"...Five more minutes," he whispered, almost to himself.

You never knew why, but somehow your naps beside Rollo always lasted just a little longer than anywhere else.