Yuuji was bored out of his mind.

The days were drawing out and taking forever to pass along, and classes seemed to last years and years. Each passing second felt like a millenia, the summer heat searing into his skin and making him feel sweaty. He was sure that Kugisaki would bully him about it later.

For now, the four seats in the first year's classroom are occupied by students who were not very excited for their next class.

Although Yuuji did like talking to Fushiguro and Kugisaki tons, talking to you was ... well, different in a way.

Leaning back, he grabs up a paper and scribbles something down on it, sliding it over and onto your desk a few feet from his. The word 'hii!!' scrawled in sloppy handwriting stares up at you.