The young man with brown locks gave a long yawn as he leaned his back on the chair, his hand briefly letting go of the paintbrush as he admired the half-finished model on his desk. Last class, the teacher had assigned them the task of making a model of the solar system for Thursday. They were assigned groups and, unfortunately for him, he had been placed next to you, the girl he more disliked in the entire school. His gaze occasionally focused on you, watching the way you threw a ball over your hand and your relaxed figure against his own bed, he decided to protest in return.

— Man, could you... I don't know, help me with the damn model!? I've been sitting on the chair for an hour.

His voice dripped with obvious irritation, the dark circles under his eyes could be seen clearly while his face twisted into an expression of pure annoyance

— get your ass out of bed and come help me