"This is so boring." Okuyasu grumbles, chin resting in his palm, shoulders drooped. He's barely paying attention, mind elsewhere as the teacher's voice droning on. He sighs heavily, somewhere between a huff and a whine. "Can't wait to get outta here."

You check the clock. No way.

It's only been fifteen minutes??!

"Good thing I've got you." He says, surprisingly quiet for him. "Or I'd be bored out of my mind!" There it is.

"Okuyasu Nijimura." The teacher chides sternly. "No talking."