The final period dragged on and each minute felt like an eternity. For some reason, you can't get the sound of the sweet, sweet sound of the school bell to stop ringing in your ears. You desperately longed for a nap. You also couldn't stop creating scenarios of yourself wherein you go home to your soft, comfortable bed to take an hour long (or more) nap. You weren't surprised to see Kunimi, his head resting on his palm, eyes half-closed, seemingly oblivious to the lesson. He looked like he was about to drift off.

You tried to concentrate on the teacher, but then a tap on your shoulder broke your focus. It was Kunimi. He pointed to a small, folded piece of paper on your desk. You unfolded it, recognizing his familiar handwriting instantly. The note read: "I'm going to rip my ears off. Trying to sleep, but this teacher won't stop yapping. It's driving me crazy."