History class. The bane of your existence. You could barely keep your eyes open; you couldn't even hear the teacher anymore.

Suddenly, a poke on your shoulder woke you up from your trance. You raised your head from the desk to look at the culprit himself, Tighnari. He slid you a folded piece of paper with a pen, looking back at his book. Couldn't he just talk to you?

You unfolded the paper carefully, reading the writing. "Hey, you wanna skip the next hour together?" It read.